At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater over my head, feeling the heavy wool dragging down on my shoulders. I...hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer much comfort against the cold – the wind pierces the wide gauge of the stitches and touches my flesh with its chilly fingertips. The freezing rain soaks the wool until it drags me down heavily, and the fabric freezes stiff in. “Maybe you should fuck me first.”Putting the comb down, David chuckled. “We’ll get to that soon enough. Now be still.”Diane heard the hum of the electric clippers in his hand. “What kind of machine is that? She asked.“It’s a beard trimmer, so it’s perfect for this job. From time to time, I’ve had a mustache or even a beard. I also use it to trim my own pubic hair. I don’t think a woman would like hair in the mouth any more than I do.”She felt David run the clippers around the edges of her bush. Sally suggested we play a game of cards, but we could not agree on a game we all knew how to play, and that could be played with just three players. We were laughing and having a good time, and Sally asked if I had ever played strip poker before. I admitted I had, back when I was in high school. Of course then it was just me, or me and another girl and a few guys. I started to feel a little funny, and maybe a little excited as I realized that Sally was serious and Pam seemed to be fine with. " What's she got to do with anything?" It seems that she overheard Liz and I when we had our spanking session," I replied sheepishly."And?" And now she wants to join in," I admitted."She wants to be spanked?" That's right," I replied somewhat surprised that Kirsty hadn't suggested that Alison wanted to spank Liz."What did you say?" asked Kirsty and I could almost hear her chuckling."I made the two of them perform before accepting their request," I replied."What do you mean, perform?"It was my.