She told him not to make a sound he was in shock ,and could not comprehend what was happening never mind talk he felt the cold steel of the knife ru... down his spine she cut off his briefs threw them away like a used kleenx .He felt her legs slid over his back straddling him she grabbed the hair on the back of his head with one hand, his cock and balls with the other.She squeezed his balls slowly at fist it felt good until she squeezed his balls it felt like they would burst in her vise like. And as always, he did.He paused at the kitchen door and exposed his feet for me, but without being too obvious. Then he went to my back and started massaging my elbows. I shrugged in pleasure.“What do you like?” he asked me. I could not see his face, but I knew he got a smirk.“You...” I started.“You don't just like me right?”“I love you.”“Good”, he said while massaging harder.“And what else do you love?”“Your feet.” I said. Despite repeating this ritual every morning, I still felt ashamed.“And. I stared for a long instant at her soft creamy thighs which were crossed and I couldn't stop thinking and seeing in my mind that sweet little pussy and all that soft downy hair that was just above the edge of her skirt. Almost instantaneously I felt my cock get out of control,.Those long, beautiful creamy thighs looked appealing. Even if I couldn't see her pussy there in the dark, I felt my body moving me over and I couldn't stop thinking about that sweet, little cunt. I had such a hardon I had. " "But it is necessary. There is nothing to fear. I givemany treatments, every day, to dozens of satisfied customers." Well, she talked me into it. Next thing I knew I was inanother room, kind of like a big shower stall, with a tile floorand walls, drains in the floor, dials and wheels and hoseshanging from the walls. She had me undressed and on my elbowsand knees on a kind of padded bench, with my rump in the air. Next thing I knew, she was lubricating my anus and inserting anenema.