I thought it best just to go along with whatever Catherine wantedfor the time being while I figured out how to get out of this mess.Catherine injected...me in the ass and in my chest a couple of timesand sent me into the bathroom.After 20 minutes in the bath I started to get up and realised thatall my body hair remained in the tub. I didn't have a lot to startwith, but seeing my body (including my pubic area) without hair mademe feel very strange and vulnerable.I entered the bedroom to see Alicia. I approached her slowly, wary that I was imagining things, but she held her ground, mouth parted and pupils dilated like she was seeing me for the first time.She trembled slightly when my hands touched hers. I gently tugged the towel free of her grasp and let it fall, revealing her beautiful body. I breathed softly on her tits and watched her soft pink nipples erect themselves into crinkled points.They looked tasty, begging to be sucked and fondled, but I had a more primal need. I squatted. When she switched from modern dance into ballet, performing a series of pirouettes across the floor, her body was perfectly upright, legs straight, and neck long, her head held just so.In her, I could see greatness, the special quality only rarely seen, like Muhammad Ali floating on his feet in the boxing ring, or Michael Jordan with his grace on the basketball court, or Wayne Gretzky on ice; a quality that raised them above all others, almost magical and mesmerizing. She reminded me of Mikhail. “I thought you said we needed a shower,” Tom said. “No, I didn’t,” Brin replied, her eyes sparkling and mischevious. “I said, ‘let’s get cleaned up.’” “There’s a difference?” Tom asked. “Yes, a biiiiggg difference,” Brin said, grasping her dad’s cock again. Tom laughed at her double entendre and played along. “And what would that be?” “Well,” Brin said, stroking Tom’s cock and looking him dead in the eye, “one involves water.” “And the other?” “Just this,” Brin replied,.