Not one flaw, not even one mole. The only freckles were on her face. There was not one mark on the remainder of her body.She was grinning at me as she...slowly turned around one complete turn. She then reversed and started to turn in the opposite direction. When her back was to the mirror she slowly bent over allowing me to get a full view of her pussy. While bending she quietly said, “You may turn and look at me now.”I turned around for a close-up view. Her pussy lips were just slightly open and. "There you are! I was just coming to find you," she screamed. Or at least it seemed like a scream. I almost felt like I was hung-over or something, my senses were so slow."You didn't go for your fitting," Nicky said."Do I really need a new tux?" I asked."Michael! It's a state dinner! At the White House, for god's sake. It's mandatory white tie," Nicky said exasperatedly. "The tailor is downstairs now, fitting David. C'mon!" she added as she began tugging on my arm, pulling me towards the. As she turned off the water and turned to leave the shower stall Dannie thought she heard someone in the other half of the bathhouse and grabbed her towel from the bench as she ran to see who was there. Even before she reached the entry to the toilets Dannie heard the outer door open and close as someone left in a rush. Dannie didn't know what was going on but she suspected that someone was just spying on her and just the thought that someone had found her sexy enough to jack off to sent a rush. That is how she thought of it…no…that’s what it was. She ached. IT ached. Her pussy ached. It was not only psychological, as she had once thought. It was physical. She could feel the throbbing – slight, but certainly there. And she knew what it was, and how to ‘fix’ it. One hundred years ago, it was called ‘female hysteria’, and cures included genital massage with a hand, water, or elecro-mechanical pelvic massager all performed by a doctor. It all ended, of course, with a ‘hysterical paroxysm’.