I gathered my bag and cooler. The beach was about 50 feet below us. We were about half way down the cliff path to the beach when I stopped and pointed...to some naked people walking on the beach. She seemed okay and not upset.As we continued our way down to the beach, I couldn't help notice how beautiful she was. She was wearing a blue tube top which barley concealed her nice size tits. Her midriff was bare showing off her narrow waist. A pair of very short cutoffs covered her round bubble butt. He’ll never admit anything, revealing exactly how I intend to expose him will only give him time to counter my accusations, and he certainly won’t cavil at outright lies. No, I need to him to drop his guard enough for me to discover the truth myself. He’s a master of manipulation, but he can be goaded ... into anger, but also into boastfulness. I’ve seen both of late, even in the midst of my trauma. But getting him to spill his secrets requires a subversive approach, of the kind Wormtongue. "Yes, Mistress!" I answered."Good boy." She smiled as she brought the sharp razor to the base of my hard cock.One long smooth stroke as my pubic hair was shaved clean. Victoria held the razor still at the base of my cock."Trust," she started, "Is the basis of any relationship, especially with a Mistress and her slave."She looked directly into my eyes."Brian, do you trust me?" She asked.I was nervous, but there was a sense of calm."Yes, Mistress, I trust you," I told her truthfully.Smiling,. .. but instead of recalling the wondrous pink treasure between Elisa’s thighs, my thoughts instantly returned to the black & white photo Dad had shown me moments earlier of Mom leaning against the headboard of their bed, her legs spread wide, and her fingers parting her monochromatic gash ... inviting a visitor.My cock flared and my tip brushed the indentation made by his curled pinky a few times before finally settling into it. Properly seated at the entrance of “the pussy” ... Mom’s pussy ....