That stuff had been on me for at least five minutes, and when she turned the shower on me, my hair began to go down the drain in big clumps. She hand...d me a wash cloth and instructed me to start wiping down my skin to remove any hair that hadn't washed away in the rinse. In a matter of one or two minutes my legs, arms, armpits and chest were hairless. I gasped as I continued to stand in the shower. The feel of the water running off my hairless skin was totally different than I had ever. He said that leaves just the question of the number of strokes.My heart missed a beat, I asked in a whisper what he suggested, and was dum-struck when he said 25 strokes, I said I could not possibly take that amount of pain, so we began a bidding war, he starting at 20 me at 6, we finally came to 12 but he warned me that at least half would be full power strokes as I had bargained him down from his 25 goal. I knew I dare not tell Andy of the call, as he would have I am sure, refused to allow. 'No, I can't wait,' replied a pained Meg.'Wrong answer. It's just gone up to twenty,' replied Jack. 'If I think you're going to orgasm too early, I will simply cease all stimuli until you've calmed down and then we'll start over again...Twenty'Panting from trying to control the intensity of feeling, Meg willed him to count faster. Eventually she heard 'Five...Four...Three...Two...One.' Meg took a deep breath, ready to release the wave of energy she was powerless to continue holding. As she did. I found myself checking out their chiseled bodies. My husband has kinda developed that middle age pouch. I have never looked at another man like I was looking at these guys. I could feel a tingle in my crotch as I admired their hard bodies. They were works of art. I noticed they kept looking at me, making quiet comments to each other. I was starting to grow a little uncomfortable, not knowing what they were saying. The one guy I'll call “A” finally said “ok, let's go to the office, we'll get.