A half hour or soelapsed before I heard movement toward me and the conversation turn itsattention on my vulnerable ass. "Are youready to have your as... fucked again?" Mistress Emma asked. I hesitated amoment and then replied, in a stuttering uncertain voice, "Yes." "Good,"Mistress Emma said. I felt a suddencoldness trickling into the crack of my ass and then Emma's finger pressing thelube into my sore anus. She gently finger fucked my ass until her finger movedeasily in and out and then. To make this work she needs to relax and we can proceed anytime we want for as long as we want. Is that clear?”“Yes, crystal clear. Do you have any other rules?”“One more, when you are allowed to watch that is all you are doing. You will sit in a chair and watch. I have no desire to feel you around my cock. If you fail to comply with any of these rules, mine, Debbie’s, or Cathy’s, we all stop and it is over. Are you sure you can comply with these stipulations?”He took a drink and reached out to. He turned the dial so that it was in the same position as he had found it. He was a careful man.He replaced the picture and began to methodically go through the dresser, looking for goodies and hidden compartments. He softly whistled happily as he emptied Mona's clothes onto the floor, keeping everything in proper order.Mona was not happy about watching him going through her lingerie, but she wasn't in a position to stop him—yet. At least he isn't being prurient about it, she told herself. He. "His eyes ranged down her body."Have you ever thought about shaving?" he asked."They did that to me when Raleigh was born. The stubble is unbearable." That's why you enlist the services of a personal barber to keep you nice and smooth, and to massage the area carefully with soothing oils," said Bob. "I'd like to introduce myself. I'm your new personal barber." It itches," she said."That's what the soothing lotion is for. I know what I'm talking about. I'm a personal barber." I don't want to.