After ten minutes my face was covered in a mix of my own spit plus his precum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it on my forehead and ch...eks, putting his hairy ball sack and ass near on my lips. In one way this was a turn off as I was a bit revolted at the thought of of his hairy, possibly dirty asshole, but on the otherhand I had a raging hard on at the perversion and humiliation of it. He moved up on the couch with his knees, trapping my head under his ass, meanwhile he's. “Thats your first warning. Lets try that again.” scorned Miss Peterson“Yes...m-master.” stuttered John.“Hmm, that needs working on. But for now, do you like the improvements I’ve made? Im very proud of them myself.”“Wha-What do you mean?” quivered John.“Oooo, thats strike two.” Miss Peterson replied. “Maybe you should take a look downstairs...”John glanced down at his cock. He was in shock. All of his pubic hair was gone, waxed off. All off his balls, and his cock, all the way up his happy. She looked somehow other-worldly and hot, coated in eight facials, most of them probably way larger then their donators were usually able to produce. After she remained that way for maybe twenty minutes, I watched as Jess gave her a rather loving sponge bath, warming the water often. I half hoped she untied her and took her into the master cabin and locked the door, and half hoped she left her exactly like she was, helpless but in a state of obvious and beautiful rapture. I rolled a joint. ”“Maybe we take the first week with me showing you around, and then you can try a few nights solo if you'd like? As long as you’re home by eleven and keep me updated, we should be okay.”I could see an eleven o’clock curfew was not popular, but she wisely chose not to push it. There would be plenty of time for disagreements later. We shook on the plan, and she scurried off to her bedroom to unpack.That evening, I had a full Caribbean lobster dinner delivered in honor of Em’s arrival. I knew she.