As themorning grogginess faded he reached down, remembering that he was stillwearing a thong and stockings, and of course the infernal cage. Well now...rries, he figured, he'll head home this morning, grab his keys andfinally finish himself off and get changed.He quickly noticed that the bed was empty, walking out into the rest ofthe apartment there was so sign of her...very odd. He poked into thefoyer and also, with concern, noticed that the pants and shirt that he'ddropped there yesterday. . and what woman doesn't like the idea of having a blade slide against her man's prized possessions? Especially when she is in control of it. Lol. It's just plain fun... and sexy. I'm all professional while handling his jewels. My problem is that I can't keep my hands or my mouth off him once we're almost done.I've found the most efficient way to shave his junk is as follows:1) A bucket of very hot water.2) Prepare your work area with ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼a. A brand new razor or blade. EVERYTIME My. Walking behind her up the stairs, Danny saw her butt flex like the butts on the girls he liked to watch. And, really, there was more butt there. When he kissed her, he felt it. It wasn’t all fat, either; it tightened under his hand. His hardon was poking her, but she didn’t seem to mind.Martha began unbuttoning his shirt.“I can do that.”“So you can, and I can do my clothes. Don’t you think it’s nicer to undress the other?” Danny, she told herself, wasn’t stupid. Naive maybe, inexperienced. He pulled out, and I looked up at him gratefully, and swallowed. There’s no going back now, Daddy. You’re mine. Daddy turned over and said nothing. He wouldn’t look at me. I just smiled. I knew he would come back to me. The next day I positioned myself on the bed and started masturbating, bent over with my stockings pulled just above the knee. I heard his footstep down the hallway. He didn’t stop at the end of the hall this time. I began to moan louder as his steps grew closer. I could hear the.