My hands start to trace her body, feeling her soft smooth skin on my hands as they explore her lower back then down to her ass. She doesn't resist, in...tead she starts to run her hands down my chest, feeling my muscles and seemingly enjoying what she's finding.Before I go on I need to tell you, I'm not ripped by far, I have some muscles but I'm not toned. I work in security, so I don't see the gym much. I stand six foot two inches tall and weigh roughly two seventy three pounds. I'm fit and. I was pleased with the man's comments about my suitability and frightened thinking about the pain which might be involved. But the main problem hadn't gone away: I still needed to find a way of convincing Ramon that he wanted to train me as his slave, that I needed the discipline of a firm hand.Ramon had not reacted to my repeated declarations that I belonged to him. He treated me as an independent woman who had the right to decide what she wanted to do. I expected him to tell me, to order me,. I move you along it is just a couple steps, my arm is around your waist as I know the dual sensations of the constant vibrating egg in your pussy, which in order to keep it inside your dripping pussy has you flexing those muscles, but now with the anal plug your first steps are gingerly taken. I also want to make sure that you do not turn around to see the couple very much interested in watching what we do. I suggest the one that I know you will say no to… it is very large diameter… calling it. I hadn’t owned a razor of any kind since that day. I did own a set of barber’s electric clippers to keep my head and beard mostly free of hair.The flash of that image of a shaving mug, a Schick single edge razor, and a tooth brush spread out carefully on a raw two by four filled my mind. The image was also included a large broken piece of sheet glass mirror leaning against the vinyl wall of the circus tent. I made the image in my mind real. I lit the image with two candles burning inside a.