Go to the toilet and bring your dad’s shaving kit. I will clean you’.I fetched a bowl of water, brush, shaving cream and razor. Mom asked me to si... on the chair and part my legs. She sat in front of the chair and applied cream over the bottom my dick. With wet brush, she made foam. When the foam had spread everywhere, she started removing hair with razor. In five minutes, the entire area was clear. Not a piece of hair was there now. Mom, still sitting, kept the kit aside. She hungrily looked at. I see his smirk as I try to hold in my moans and maintain some sort of control over myself but its starts slipping away as his hands start to stray over my chest and into my shirt .My nipples betray my thoughts and become taut in his fingers I lean into him as he leans closer and opens my lips with his tongue . He pushes me down and lays me back on the couch beneath him opening my legs and pushing up my skirt over my ass until the excess material is gathered on my stomach, he slides his. "Fail to address me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my commands promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined." Yeah, uh, Madam."I thrust the collar at her. "From now on you are a bitch, and bitches wear their collars at all times."She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly."Put the collar on, Gardenia!"She shook her head. I could feel Diane's eyes on us. "Bitches," I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the. " You sure know how to take care of a guy."Yes, I did. I had no idea how I knew because I'd never gone out of my way to do it before. Maybe it's just instinct. Maybe I was finding a part of myself I never knew existed.I got the tickets for Jeff. I knew he would love it, so I could endure it. I would be more inclined to go to a concert that featured metal instead of brass.The Beethoven was familiar. I think it was made into some popular song a while ago. But the Tchaikovsky really got to me. It.