A long string of saliva was hanging between her mouth and his dick. Gaston forced her on her back and told her to spread her legs wide. She refused an... held her legs tight together. He slapped her again, she cried out in pain, but she still kept her legs closed. "You dare to defy me!" Gaston got off the bed and searched in his closet for a whip. When she saw it, Belle yelped and spread her legs wide, but he still lashed her with it. "That'll show you for not doing what I ask for right away!". She had listened to Bill's story about how he had become infatuated withtransvestites after his interlude with Linda in Manchester and decidedthat she could put up with a little foreplay and if she had to, she couldget him off with her hand. She admitted to herself that deep in herpsyche she was flattered that Bill found her alluring and she was wellaware of what some crossdressers got up to sexually; but that wasn't whatcrossdressing was about for her. Sure she almost always. No decent soap or toothbrush or feminine products, itchy and irritated crotch, itchy legs – he wasn’t about to shave himself with a primitive straight razor.He understood better why Autumn and Honor were trimmed but not shaven. One needed the steady hand of a trusted friend – not always readily available – if one wanted to be clean below. More riding? A scissor trim was probably best. He was going to need help and hoped he would find it ... All these were subjects absent or underplayed in. She flushes in complete humiliation from my laugh. She must hate this, being watched constantly as she cleans herself in the most vulnerable position. Ella surprisingly has less trouble. I almost think she’s enjoying it. It takes them a bit, but finally they face me. “You're done? Prove it.” I look at Grace, and motion toward Ella. “Stick your tongue in.” Grace looks mortified. But a stern look from me, and she complies.I hop down from the counter and get closer. “Right here Ella.” I get the.