“Zack, please. Look, we’ve been…sleeping together…for what, three weeks now? I know you don’t have feelings for me, but…” her fingers ...race the line of my jaw. I can’t see her eyes, but I can tell that she’s looking directly at me, “I need to know more about what’s going inside your head. I still feel as though you know me a lot better than I know you.”It was true; I did know her a lot better than she knew me. I had purposely kept it that way. I don’t like to lie, so I’d rather keep my. Then when I get home I get a bra heels and a wig through the post and here I am sitting with it all on. have you ever heard of something like that happening?" Well I have heard of some mystic spells that can be put on objects that force the person to behave in a certain way when they wear it, but I'm not sure I believe in that sort of stuff, I would like to see you in the rest of your gear though, sounds sexy"I felt a buzz of excitement when he mentioned seeing me, but thought nothing of it "I. It had taken me about 6 months of dedicated practice to teach myself how to do it properly but I figured most women would learn much quicker than me, or perhaps it just came naturally to them.So there I was bending over a coffee table in a room full of people, all watching me, with some strange guy's cock all the way down my throat wondering what the big deal was.I wasn’t game to take that cock out. I knew the moment I raised my head they would all be looking at me so I just stayed there with. She turns and told me she thought I was long gone and descended downstairs to watch some television. I enter the bathroom and wash my face. I put some body lotion on my face and freshen up. I saw razor blades on the counter and take two. I walk back to Angie’s room and she’s fast asleep. I tap her and she murmurs but doesn’t wake. I spread her on the bed, spread her shirt underneath her, take out the razor, and start shaving her pussy. I shave her pussy onto the shirts and did the same with her.