And in addition to a pan of water by the bed, you see in my hands a pair of blunt nosed barber's scissors, and a disposable razor as well...and then y...u cringe as i place a pillow under your bottom, raising your hips and pushing out your pubic mound, exposing your pussy and pubic hair to the light... then smiling as you whine while I snip away the longer hair leaving stubble behind... saying " do you really want to writhe around like that when I use the razor, as well??"... filling my hand with. But I was okay with that. I finally had my own place. Far away from my crazy former life. It might have been on the opposite side of the country, but it was also the quieter side. The side where no one knew who I was. It was a long day of moving and I was glad it was finally over. I had just cracked open a six-pack of ice cold beers and slung back into the single seater in the lounge before I heard a knock at the door. I sighed before getting up. It was the landlord, Gregory Bush. He was a big. I knew by heart the lyrics of the song ‘I am 16 going on 17’, and during our impromptu productions, I would dance coyly and bat my eyelashes at ‘Rolfe’, who was played by Fred, a skinny, carrot-topped neighbor who couldn’t carry a tune but could dance heavenly and twirl me high up in the air. Fred was working as an apprentice in a laboratory that summer of ’95, it was part of his training a pre-med student at SUNY-Buffalo in western New York. His dancing and (lack of ) musical skills remained. However, thats when Master decided to slap my ass with a leather paddle. I moaned out, and he did it again. He didnt stop spanking me until my ass was bright red, and it was only then when he put the paddle down, roughly grabbed my hips, and forced his thick cock all the way into me. He let out a sexy, low moan which made my entire body shiver. To me, my Masters moans are the best praise. Theres no better way to know that Ive been good than hearing that sexy, sexy moan he has. I felt him begin.