"I will behave, Mommy. I promise I'll be a good girl. But, can I be a boy now? This is starting to hurt." Her face lights up now that she knows she ca... control me with relative ease. She gently removes the bandage, telling me she wants me to shave down there, something I have never done. It hurts as she pulls the bandage off, so I will try my best to remain clean down there. "Be a good girl and shave your clitty for me, or I might let one of my friends do it for you." The thought makes me. Gina noticed her red pubic hair had been trimmed into an neat arrow pointing down to an otherwise bald pussy."Hello Mrs. Bliss," Gina said. "Is Hannah home?" Hello Gina. Yes, she's upstairs with Irene in her room. Go on up. I'm going running. Bye!" Mrs. Bliss ran out the door and started jogging down the block.Gina went upstairs and entered Hannah's room. Hannah was lying on her bed, with Irene Taylor on top of her. giving mutual oral pleasure. Hannah and Irene had been lovers ever since their. Her companion mounted the other. They left the dustiness of Ben Sirah at an easy lope. Before they found the path into the scrub, Audrey Cotswold saw Aslam's plane waiting on the sand. It looked every bit as lonely as she felt.They rode a steady pace for hours, defeating the miles. Such travelers as they passed viewed the constrained girl with a tolerant eye. She was a delinquent wife or unwilling bride being taken to her just desserts. This was Africa. They smiled and nodded. Audrey understood. He kicked off his shoes and put his stocking feet atop the desk and rested his heavy head on the back of the chair.As he relaxed he could see the sun setting on the horizon out from the picture window behind the oak desk.It looked like a bleeding asshole. It radiated with an intense fury. The whole room became bathed in a red glow.Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks and fell off his square jaw and stained his shirt.A heavy sigh lifted from his lungs and echoed off the high-.