I spent about ten minutes carefully shaving the curly brown hairs until all that was left was a heart shaped tuft pointing at her exposed clit. “Ok...y, now it’s my turn,” she said taking the razor and telling me to stand in the shower. Lathering up my cock and balls, she went to work. When done, my testicles were clean of hair and my cock stood proud and totally hairless. We showered together and planned our evening with the neighbors. We walked across the corner with a plate of oysters and. They were sure to think I was crying because I would be punished, which just made me cry all the more. They must think me quite the pathetic and selfish wench, unable to take a telling off without turning on the waterworks.Housekeeper Four continued with great seriousness, "Maid Nineteen will be sent to the Doctor for treatment. I'm sure the Doctor will be ingenious, but I am going to ask for her breasts to be considerably enlarged, and I do mean considerably. Further failure on her part will. "Thanks, I do look you know?" he sighed."Don't worry mate, the right girl is out there somewhere," said Paul.The day went smoothly for Paul, who had been working on keeping hisinner girl under wraps. There were few opportunities for him to releaseher, most of them being at home. Even then, he had to keep his voicedown so that nobody could hear him."I really wish my hair was longer, it feels so boyish having it thislength!" he muttered to himself in his room that night.When the girl subsided, he. But one Saturday morning I woke up with a raging hard-on and a realization that I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t take care of it myself. That made me think about the last time I was buried between the knees of a beautiful woman, enjoying her pussy, and I couldn’t remember that either. It was a frustrating realization, to say the least. My wife was already out driving the kids to soccer, so I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, laced up my shoes and took the dog for a walk. Walking.