“Damn it!” I said. “This isn’t easy.”“Now you’ve got me curious. Please tell me,” she said. “I won’t be mad at you, just tell me.�...�“I ... Okay. I love to see a woman shaved bare,” I said.“But you said you didn’t like her head shaved?” she said.“Yes I did, and that’s true ... mostly,” I said.“What then?” she said.“I like somewhere else a little bare,” I told her.“You mean down there?” she said looking at her crotch with a wicked gleam in her eye. “You like the little girl look?“Yes, down there,”. Press a little more, ogle ogle gawp. A trickle of pre-cum. Ooooops, nearly moaned. Ease off, but already there’s a leaking little stream. She’s just too much. Hold it very lightly against the bar (it’s painful to spunk when there’s no pressure at all on your penis – I know - Miss Vicky made me do that).The flow accelerates and then suddenly the spunk-pump kicks in and I have to cough to disguise the big shudder that’s gone through me, then another, then another as the pumping continues,. “I’d pay to see ‘em talk. And even better if they described what you did to ‘em.” She introduced Seth to three men of the Elkwood clan; they were large men, with strong AmerInd characteristics, including hair pulled back in a pony tail. That they were former members of the U.S. Army, and knew basic unarmed combat techniques, was a bonus.Seth explained the plan. It was simple: they were to grab the boys singly, to minimize the chance that they’d get courage from each other or try something. Then. They wanted someone to bring in the mail, water some plants and feed the fish. Nothing too difficult. The big emphasis was making sure to lock up after checking everything.The wife was in her late 30s and an absolute lady. She always wore dresses and skirts with stockings and heels. Lots of sheer, silk, and lace. Never without eye makeup...perfection...Much of where my dressing style comes from. I always really admired the way she dressed and it was a great inspiration for my crossdressing. So.