"What be you problem? You ain't got nuttin' I ain't seen every day of melife!", she growled, "Ged on wid' it!" I'm sorry, I just can't!", I bawled, fe...ling totally out of control and onthe verge of hysterics ... I simply couldn't control either my reactions ormy emotions, and I was as much terrified by this as I was almost hystericalabout being naked before ... a man ... what was happening to me?"All right! OK! Don' be gettin' yousel' in a knot, I didn' mean to make youcry ... I'll look away,. Break the slave’s ego into small pieces and rebuild him in the image that is required. Every day David had to learn to serve. It might be that he had to learn a poem. It might be that he needed to lick some shoes clean and polish them until they shone. It might be that he had to sit still for hours at a time or wank for his Czech teacher. Sometimes the tasks were trivial, sometimes difficult and sometimes impossible. That was the idea. Each failure was punished almost at random. Occasionally a. He was going to have to lick this man to a climax.The cop looked down. "Now pull down my shorts and give me the best blow job of my life."Paul's hands shook as he reached up to the waistband on the shorts. He could feel the heat from the cop's body against his fingers. Trying not to think about what he was about to do he pulled the shorts down. His eyes locked onto the cop's semi-erect cock. Paul started to rebel. I can't do this! he thought.The cop must have seen Paul was ready to bolt and. MMMMMMMMMM your sure a hairy SOB. Well we will have to take care of that. She leaves and returns with a pan of water towels and a razor. I am going to fix this hair situation now.John looks at her with some apprehension, eyes wide head up looking down.She grabs his cock and then applies a warm wet cloth and then some lather and then starts to shave him. AHHHHHHHHH man your pulling hair in the wrong place, you better not cut anything. Very slowly and carefully she shaves his pubic.