I hadn’t made any effort with my appearance for my earlier meeting. I guess I hadn’t been in a very co-operative state of mind. I’d worn scruffy...jeans, yesterday’s t-shirt, and hadn’t bothered shaving. It was a pointless protest that I hadn’t really thought through.But things had changed, and I wanted to make a good impression, although I must have done already, I supposed. Otherwise I wouldn’t have got this invite, would I? I don’t think I’m astonishingly good-looking, and my story-telling. The day before had consisted mostly of sleeping, and she was glad she had finished her work before the party. She had a presentation to make to the new boss, but her mind was focused on something else. All evening she had tried to make sense of Ben taking care of her, and the more she thought about it the more confused she became. She arrived into work early, settling in at her desk while the office was still quiet. Before long her coworkers started streaming in, some obviously still recovering. It’s not a hard weight, more like a minimal working set. There will be more and harder sets to follow. I wrap my fingers around the bar just outside of the beginning of the knurl. My eye is still drawn straight up to Carl’s overhanging penis, but with concentration, I grip properly and lift the bar up over the hooks. Carl moves his hands up and backs off half a step. I’m aware of Sonia hovering between my thighs with the camera.“C’mon girl, let it down straight. Push it up – push – push –. " I said as I pointed at my pussy. I was thinking of growing one back here my self." "OK." she answered back. "Good." I said. "I think that it will look really good." I took a small pair of scissors and trimmed the hair on the sides of her pussy really short. Next I put a little dab of shaving gel on each side of her pussy. My face was only inches from her pussy as I gently shaved her with a trac 4 razor. Since she had so little hair there it only took a few.