”The sissies moved with an eagerness that frightened Carl. They each grabbed small steaming pots along with popsicle sticks and strips of fabric. On... sissy opened a case revealing an electric razor. Petunia took the trimmer and immediately took after Carl’s head. Before he could take issue with his head hair being buzzed away as the warm wax started being spread across his calves and what he called his “Happy trail”. Two of the maids disappeared and reappeared toting a cart with buckets Carl. With the promise of further storms, the repairs needed to be done today. Normally I attend to all the work required on my studio, ( I built it myself ) however for this I would need some help.I called Sara who, with her sixteen year old son Ryan, lived on the farm adjacent to my land. Ryan was always happy to ride over to my place on his dirt bike. He would gladly lend a hand with any work that needed to be done. The son of a fisherman learns very early about responsibility and hard work. He. She told him about the time she picked up a guy at a pub for a one night stand, fucking a guy on the desk when she worked in a bank. He asked if I knew and K explained I encouraged her, and we had been in several threesomes, and enjoyed having different cock fill her up. The experience left her feeling attractive and gave a sense of power knowing she had been the center of attention, and the feeling of several loads of semen dribble out of her, or the hot wet feeling when someone shoots a load. In the next cubicle I could hear woman trying on clothes. Suddenly the shop assistant tweaked hard on my nipple I whimpered. Her hand made its way past my panty line to my already sopping pussy. She held her hand there while she crouched down slowly, running her tongue down my back, nibbling on butt cheeks. God it felt good. She parted my legs and in the mirror I could see her finger slide between my labia and into my glistening wetness. I gasped loudly. By this point I had to put my hands on.