"No, please, my husband loves my hair down there, please dont" I moaned. "Shut the Hell up breeder, youre mine now. She turned on the razor and placed...it on my pubic bone. The vibrations were fantastik. It was like a vibrator yet almost industrial. "No, Jon will be pissed" I said . "Oh well" Barb said as she turned the Braun around and I felt the blades against my already trimmed pussy lips. It felt so erotic yet kind of scary, my pussy had never been completly shaved. She hit the button which. “What if they take our keys?”“I told you to valet park. Did you?“Yes.”“So did I,” George relayed as they reached the ground floor.The pair grabbed a seat at the black jack table and was dealt in by the aging white woman. A waitress appeared shortly with their drink orders – both having Jack and coke. The game went on and soon the dealer realized that older of the two was much luckier than the other. After another drink and a few lost hands by both, George suggested they move to the slots.. It was something Ben organized for his staff once in a while to reward them for a job well done. After nearly three hours of eating and talking, they all started clearing the tables. ‘Thanks for the treat, boss,’ Rachel said. ‘The food was awesome.’ ‘Hey, Ben’s not the only one who’d cooked, you know,’ Paul protested almost grumpily. The others laughed and Rachel looped her arm through Paul’s and leaned into him. ‘I didn’t forget you, Paulie. You’ve done above and beyond today. Thank you for. “Talbot will have to economize.”“Don’t get me started on that man! When I visited in June, he took me to the side and hit me for a contribution.”“Did you pay?” Helen asked.“Hell, no! I told him I gave all my money to bail out Dad. It’s almost true. But let’s change the topic before I burst a blood vessel. That ring on your finger, is that from your lover?”“From my fiancé,” Helen answered with a degree of smugness. “It was very romantic. Danny asked me to accompany him to a gala dinner, and he.