It's more than that though; more than the physical discomfort. I'm left wondering what they are going to ask me to do and what I will consent to.Jo ar...ives with an electric razor. She has me kneel and then watches as I shave my head. She tells me that I will do this every day to keep my head smooth and hairless. It feels strange. It's not like the hair has even started to grow back, or at least, so it seems. When I say this to Jo she simply tells me that it's part of my routine. It doesn't. " That’s what you like whore. Take all that cock deep in you. You’re a dirty bitch you know that."They were speaking to that part of me that had to cover up, pretend she didn’t have a fucking sexy body, who had to pretend she didn’t like sex for too too long. Then, they started to say, ‘come on bitch, are you going to come for me?’ I was so beyond an orgasm, or so I thought. I then felt hands work their way to my nipples, and another hand move between me and the man who was fucking my pussy. He. Oh, and by the way, I want to be Sharon's wife, notyours. It was all Carolyn could do to keep from snorting with amusement. When they got to the car, Carolyn asked her husband, "Would you mindif I rode in back with Sharon? I'm a little concerned about her." Bill blinked. "Do you think she's seriously sick?" "Oh no, I'm sure it's nothing, but I'd just like to keep an eye on heris all." "Well, I am expecting a fax. I could put my portable fax machine onthe passenger seat..." . ”Chastity said: “Yes…Fuck me and fuck this and backdoor this.”He was in the lounge room. In front of a roaring open fire. He had dropped his tool bag way back in the kitchen; but his own private tool was upstanding already because greeting his unbelieving eyes through the doorway had been, yes: he counted them, one, two, and three; jaw dropping, cock raising, stunningly beautiful young women, his cock registered they were not nuns, well before his brain did. They were drop dead gorgeous and he.