He adored myhouse and took as much pride in it as I did. Whenever he stayed over, hewould invariably pick up, clean, even vacuum around the house whil... Iwas at work. In any other relationship, that alone would be worth theprice of admission. With Danny, there was so much more. He could evencook, and didn't mind spoiling me with dinner on the table when I walkedin from a hard day selling homes. Being with him just felt so natural,so right. I was addicted, and he was my fix...He teased me. If it's not too forward, mayI come in?" Of course my dear! Coffee?" I moved aside to let her in. Brian and I gottogether every month or so. Brian has a thing for feet. I let him worshipmy feet, suck on my toes and tease him with my feet for an hour or two,and he sorts out my car and any other mechanical issues I might have. Ilove the attention and he's so good at doing my toenails that I should bepaying him, but it works out fine for both of us. My feet have never beenso soft and supple.I made. ” I felt my lips quiver. I was on the verge of tears. It was so intense and felt so good, but as he promised I just could not bare it anymore. “No, please, sweetheart. I can’t.” Joseph drilled his tongue into my quim, his face making full contact hard against it as he pounded his tongue in. “MMMMMAAHH!,” I cried out. My legs were shaking and quivering. “You’re almost there,” he paused long enough to pant. Then he moved his head down and sucked my clit between his lips. In an instant. The slave girl stepped up with the electric shears, but with a different attachment. This one looked like a small cone, the type of cutter usually used for trimming nose and ear hair. "This is the last step," she promised. Lying between Arleen's legs, she ran the protected clipper up her crack, starting at the base of her labia, around her anus, and up to where her butt crack ended. She did this over and over, until the clipper stopped making it little chopping sounds.The brunette, staying on.