I raised my arms above my head to allow its removal, revealing for everyone present that it was my only garment. A deep voice whispered in my ear and ...irected me to sit on a firm, padded piece of furniture, which I did. I sat nervously waiting for something or someone to break the deafening silence, but not knowing just when or who that might be. Finally, a strong hand slid beneath the hair on the back of my neck and a new voice whispered in my ear to extend my hand. Reaching out tentatively,. I licked her cheeks delicately, gently. My tongue circled her openings, the tip sampling the velvet skin of her lids. And then, in. Into the reservoirs of her tears, behind the silken layers of her lashes. On, into the former resting places of her blue-green eyes. As I touched a slight protrusion at the smooth rear of her eye opening, she moaned. ‘Are you OK?’ I asked. ‘Oh, yes. Yessssss. When you touch that spot, I get flashes of light, flashes of things I’ve seen. It’s amazing, Davie. How. “Okay, ladies. Let’s get rid of those bushes.” William could sometimes be so insensitive. It seemed as if our dream to make Tantra tangible to spiritual seekers was becoming a reality, but with a slight deviation. While William went to fetch the shaving kits, I had the women sit on towels, with their legs spread open and mirrors in front of their genitals. I handed each a scissors.“The time has come for you to see what beauty you’ve been hiding all these years,” I said as they giddily looked in. Once my finger reached her pussy, I stopped to poke my finger in her love hole. I moved back my fingers to her asshole and paused there. Maya was incredibly beautiful, one of the most desirable women I knew.And as if to prove it, she raised her arms and unloosed her hair, a thing she knew to be vaguely sinful, yet necessary. She was like a hot bath or a warm bed on a winter’s night. She seems to indicate to me that she was prepared for everything.I stretched her ass slightly. Slowly I pushed my.