.but something we must do...You are too hairy between you legs so thats got to go"He led me to the bathroom and with a pair on scissors cut away the e...cess hair,when it was only stubble he took a razor and some cream and was soon smooth as his.Needless to say that by the time he finished i was hard as a rock.He put the baby doll on me saying that the thong can be put on later as it got inthe way of what he planned.Kneeling before he leaned forward and kissed the tip off my cock. He then began. We got back to our apartment within an hour and realized that she had no spare dress. All her clothes from last night were soiled and I managed to drench her back up night dress. No worries, I got her to wear my shirt which was long enough to extend a little below her hip and short enough to let my hand slide quickly and reach her clit.All this drama was for about 15 minutes, after which we were both naked and lying in bed. She took the lead this time and within a few seconds, my cock was in. “The organization that held us captive, under the guise of questioning us about what actually happened at the training site, has been infiltrated. My organization learned a lot about what was really going on. It may have looked like a botched kidnapping or assassination, but in truth it was an offshoot of that group looking for something they believed was housed in that facility. My organization was tipped off that something at the training base was not what it seemed when that corrupt group’s. After our first miscarriage, something changed. Maybe I snapped. Maybe I was done, and my body killed the baby to try and kick my head and heart into gear to get out of this life. I don’t want to say midlife crisis, I wasn’t even thirty yet, for Christ’s sake. The second miscarriage, I felt next to nothing at all. All hope had left me at that point and I think that kept me mildly sane.It was winter when I left. Another cold lonesome winter. But, let’s be honest, my mind had wandered long before.