His only body hair is at his crotch."Lie down on the bed on your back please. Put your hands behind your head, don't move them and no talking, ok?" Bu... why?" You'll see."He lays down. I go to the end of the bed and look him over. Holy crikey!! What a body. He's smooth all over. What an awesome glorious sight. He is in great shape. Not particularly muscular but solid without being fat.I hurriedly undress. I even take my socks off. He may be wondering about this, but I want his naked flesh. .."her"! How they are enjoying some nice food, a nice meal in a fine dining establishment, on money that she worked hard for. Laughing, chatting, probably flirting and touching each other's hands, other people looking at them, and thinking "what a nice couple". She wondered if they might run into anyone they knew, and shuddered at the thought of it.Just as she had shuddered with latent pleasure mixed with intense hurt as she helped dress her Master for this date earlier in the evening. Helping. Oona always kept spare clothes inour bathroom and now I was wearing them and they kind of fit, I mean notlike they fit Oona but actually better than my ordinary clothes did bywhich I meant that even though I hadn't put on weight I really had tosqueeze into my jean and had an uncomfortable little spare tire thatchafed on my waist band and come to think of my thighs felt reallysquashed too, I mean what was happening to me? It was like in someplaces I was too skinny and in others too fat. Oona's. But I know what was on every guy's mind. Sex. They would fuck anything with a hole. And in my experience, I was the hole. It was 4th period. Gym. I had just changed and five minutes into gym class, I had to pee. Really bad. Somehow, in some way, running laps around the gym had filled my bladder. The problem was, my gym teacher was a total douche. That bitch was always moody. He would always yell at the kids in my class. "You're doing the running wrong!" Coach screamed.'What the fuck,' I.