She bought a pair of handcuffs at a stag shop and the skankiest tartan skirt she could find. She then went to a cheap salon and got a Brazilian wax. T...ere was time to think as the painfully hot wax was poured over her pussy mound and other bits. Was she the first girl ever to knowingly wax herself before a rape? Would her rapists appreciate the smoothness of her pussy, the extra sensitivity of her perfectly hairless skin?She drove home early. 9pm came agonizingly slowly.When it felt late. Not that I don’t mind wearing short skirts. I love to wear short skirts for a man who would appreciate my legs, but it was so cold outside. I thought of wearing my shortest skirt for you. It was so short you could see my panties, even with my legs together. Or you could see my pussy hairs if I chose to wear no panties for that special man.”“Am I your special man?” he asked, rubbing her knee.“I don’t know. Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” She offered nervously and boldly, opened her. "Desire laughed at his defiance, placed her hand gently on his arm, and leaned in close. Her voice was sweet and gentle. "Bryan, you are standing on the verge of all of your dreams come true. Before you leave, think about everything that we've been through to get to this point, are you willing to throw it all away for a dance? Think of all the nights online where your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and you were begging me to use you in any way possible. Think about the things. I only live with my mother and she is really strict about people getting on the computer when she is not at home or at night when she is asleep. My sister had been growing lately at the blossoming age of 15 while i was still trying to bloom at 16. There are nights when i lie awake thinking of only her... she has grown so much. Her breasts had begun to come out and now she was prolly working with some B's, maybe C's, as well as a nice ass. Just the right range for my liking, not too large, but.