“I can do that for hours,” he said with a hint of exaggeration. “We have a deal,” I said. We got out of the tub and barely dried off. I led hi... to one of the empty rooms in the back of the house. He locked the door behind us. I sat on an old, shabby reclining chair in the corner. “Spread your legs,” he said in that familiar cold-tone. I spread my legs wide for him as he knelt in front of me. He opened my pussy lips and looked up at me. “Remember our deal,” he said. The second he started licking. ”“What about Dad. Has he ever asked you to go bald?”“He did once early in our relationship, but I told him I preferred some hair on my puss, so he never asked me again.” Kari took a sip of her coffee. “Why are you asking about pubic grooming?”“I have seen some other girls in the showers at school who are bald and I have to admit it looks kind of sexy.” Kathy took a deep breath and said, “I was thinking of going bald. If we weren’t naked so much, I probably would have just done it without. I have already belittled myself once and yet I am ready again. Such is the power of my insatiable vixen. She draws from me what no man could ever dream of, yet somehow, perhaps like a marionette, she can coax from me whatever, whenever her needs make a demand. She draws me again, with one hand choking my base, I swell, my head as big as I have ever seen it, then, almost brutal, a flick from her fingers, to knock me down, I did not feel it. A casual observer, tis what I was. Still swollen, still. I slowly recovered and moved to the kneeling devotee. I let him sit on the pedestal and removed his tunic. The best sign of a true believer was a hot throbbing cock and Victor’s prick complied with this requirement. Such devotion also needed a reward and I intended to give him that prize.I took his shaft in my hand and started to pump his manhood. I moistened his red purple head with my tongue and slowly swallowed the tip. I rolled my tongue around the hood and sucked on it. I opened my jaw to.