It was strange that that slim length of chain did to his insides, but he had long ago learned not to fight it. Rather he straightened his back and sm...led at her, settling only when he felt the gentle tug on the leather band worn about his neck. ?I’m on call.? He had to add, inwardly loving his ability to throw a monkey wrench into her plan of action.Biting the inside of her lip to stifle the dozen or so curses that flew into her head she didn’t give him the satisfaction of saying a single. At the end of the contract, my parent's flight crashed,killing all aboard. With no next of kin, Sister Ellen became my guardianuntil I was 18. Money was not an object, and the two of us livedtogether in my house. Sister Ellen checked me weekly for public hair,plucking out each new one. The process was painful, but she saidnecessary. Once a month, she also took me to a spa where they didelectrolysis on my face, to keep it "baby smooth".One day she told me that one of her sisters, from their. .. “made me feel like that...” pant, pant. Looking up at her I could see that it might actually be true. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, her makeup was a disaster area, and she was flushed from her hairline to where her skin disappeared against my chest. She looked like I’d rocked her world, so I chose to think she was telling the truth. The suspicious man in me remained skeptical because the truth eventually wills out.Instead of answering I kissed her. It went on a long time. Daphne. She knelt down and, not touching my dick at all, she started by my arse and began undoing the pink ribbon holding the split crotch together. She gently pulled my balls through the opening and began worshiping them with her lips and tongue. My dick was soon rock hard and sticking out of the side of the panties. She straddled me, with one leg on each arm of the chair and, still wearing my wet thong, began to rub her cunt against my dick. I could feel the wet fabric and see my pants, with the.