“You have been in my thoughts almost constantly. Is that… is that okay with you?” He dropped his eyes again and sighed. “Yes, ahem, well…�... and left the rest unsaid. “I need a shower.” He abruptly got up and headed out the door to the company locker room where the workers cleaned up at the end of the day. He purposely did not look back, but heard the scrape of the chair as Patrick got up and followed him. The locker room was still slightly steamy and damp from the employees’ showers, and. I think McDonough had actually added as much confusion as clarification to the situation. But I was pretty happy about the exoneration stuff, even though the part about my being "in custody" rankled a little. Was I really? I asked the fibbie who was with me and just got a waffle.It turned out, though, that the "custody" business was mostly a formality. All they really wanted out of me, as McDonough had told me at the end of the previous day's session, was a formal statement of what underlay the. "Shave me," he said next. Um...what? My mind froze for a minute. I hadnever shaved anyone else, I mean I've shaved myself a thousand timesbut..... I nodded and quickly grabbed one of the small hand towelsrunning in under the hot water. As I was doing so, I felt Daddy's handsuddenly on my legs then ass, squeezing and caressing me, turning himselfon with my body.I saw his shaving cream and expensive wooden handled razor there on thecounter. I turned towards him and put the warm towel under. Her ass was exceptional: small, but round and very firm looking. Much to my surprise as well as delight, she then opened it up with her hands. “I shave there, too.”What a sight! She had a perfect, little, light brown asshole that got pinker the more she spread it open. It took a Herculean effort in my part to not stick my nose right into it, right there. Luckily, she turned back around and sat down before too long.“Yours again,” she said with a devilish grin. “Now let's see that cock!”Somehow,.