Her pubic hair had been recently trimmed by an inexpert hand, presumably her own, but I liked my girls shaved. There was still sufficient left that I ...ould take a tuft between thumb and forefinger. I tugged it upwards suddenly. She yelped and rose on tiptoes.“By tomorrow this will be shaved clean,” I said with my mouth close to her ear, “is that clear?”“Yes, Miss,” she whispered tearfully, still standing as high as she could manage. I gave her another couple of playful tugs upwards and she. ?This is the first time I have shared her with Another, yes, but it is not her place to question Me.? comes Your icy reply. I feel Your hand grasp my hair and drag me forward on the bed. You push my face down until I feel her shaven pussy against my cheek. ?Obey Me now slut, and know that you will be punished for arguing with Me in front of your Mistress?. Whimpering I turn my face into her body and run my tongue gently over her shaved outer lips, shivering at the odd feeling of. As I walked back to the office, I wondered if we actually would. Anala and I could never be intimate; her marriage simply didn’t allow it. The conversation we’d just had was nothing like the ones we’d had ten years earlier, and I had a strong suspicion that any future conversations would be more like that, than like the ones from years ago.One thing was certain - I’d had the answers at my fingertips a decade ago, and let them slip away.August 4, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“I cannot begin to tell. Alex had already secured a couple of lounge chairs & an umbrella. Now Alex is my gay coworker, confidant, bestie & occasional lover. He is a very well endowed feminine bottom. I had rolled some Backwood spiked blunts which masked the smell quite well & we smoked these in public. He had a bottle of Rum with soda in a cooler. Perfect scenario. We applied suntan lotion to each other & as always we find any excuse to feel each other up in a fun playful way. I enjoy messing with him & getting him.