On the cotton sheeted bed there is an incongruous teddy bear laid at the pillow which Ingrid picks up. ? That is my little Kirste , my night comforter...? Says Gloria languidly and with a simpering attempt at a little girl smile.? But I am sure I won’t need that comfort tonight............? She runs her fingers down the defined muscles on Ingrid’s arm. The driver is kneeling and Ingrid has pulled his rigid penis through the handle of one of the cases and is pressing it flat on to the case with. I surreptitiously slip my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and shimmy out of them. I pass them to Him under the table, and there is a twinkle in His eye as he says, “Good slut”. I lower my eyes demurely, whispering, “Thank you, Sir” as my heart melts a little more for Him. He orders a drink for me, and we spend the next few minutes studying one another, committing every detail of the other to memory. I am in mid-sentence when He interrupts, “Go to my room and take off your. I flipped to the control room and paged. Josie Cantrell answered the page.“Howdy boss; how are things in Washington today? Are you getting your feet settled into place?” Josie asked.“Progress has just started, everyday is getting better. How are things there? Packed in like sardines?” I asked.“It is tight but we are making the best of it. Some of the guys are complaining about hot sheeting the beds but Andy has told them it is that or sleep on the floor in the garage,” Josie replied.“Hopefully. "Is everything okay?" Oh, yes," Gina said. "Well, actually there is one little problem. My pussy. It needs to be shaved."At that moment, Gina pulled her miniskirt up, exposing her pussy. She gave him a dirty wink as she revealed the razor in her right hand."So why don't you do it?" she asked."Excuse me?" he asked. Gina could tell that he was stunned by what was happening."Or I could do it myself while you watch," she suggested.Gina pulled her clitoral hood back and began to stroke her clitoris.