He picked up the razor and his body took over the process ofshaving his legs. The fog free mirror let him shave his face andunderarms. "Are you ready ...or me now, Gene?" called in Roman.Gene decided to go with the flow. "Sure Roman, come on in."Roman opened the shower door and lathered Gene's back, keeping himselfout of the shower spray. He then took the razor and carefully shavedthe lathered area. Roman was wearing a brown pageboy over his pinned uphair."Okay, you're smooth and manly now,. I could see the fiery figures running in an anguished panic, desperate to stop the pure, excruciating pain of roasted flesh.Not the entire building was on fire, of course, and that was the reason that I didn’t just let them all burn to death. I wanted to cut them down before they perished from the flames that continued to spread. It was more merciful and yet more satisfying that way. No fire would get the satisfaction of killing all of these enemies ... at least some of them would die at my. She started slowly, but it wasn’t long before she was bobbing her head up and down vigorously, completely oblivious to the fact she was getting icing all over her face.No matter. I was sure her face would get covered in something equally sticky before too long.Her hands were getting covered in cupcake icing too as she stroked Brad and Bobby’s cocks faster and faster. It was quite a sight. One that would live long in my memory and not just because of the video and photos I was taking. There was. If you are going to back out, do it now, don't fuck things up later." Her response was, "abuse me as you want, I'm not going to back out, I want to be used". She said, "Janine has told Brad the same thing." "This is our night to be your slaves." "I'll do whatever you fucking want - anything."So, I talked to Brad briefly and we agreed on what we wanted to do first. We got everyone on the kingsize bed in Brad's bedroom. By this time we were all a little drunk and very high from the ecstasy. I.