"Just some trash."She leaned over and picked up the bowl, looking at it with interest. "Hair, and not your color, either. Whose hair is it, Linnea? Te...l me."The habit of obedience was already too strong to resist a direct request. "Jenny's," I gasped. The gasp was from the sudden heat inside me, not reluctance. "She shaved her pussy for me, and gave me the hairs," I added with a rush, feeling a bit juicy for being so helpful."How convenient," Stacey drawled, looking pleased -- I hoped it was. The party was fine, nothing exciting everyone had fun.After the party we decided to watch a little TV. Dave and I sat down on the couch and Katie went to her room. When she came back she was back in her panties and crop top. She laid down on the floor in front of us. Ass facing us.I’m not sure Dave knew what to do or where to look. I think he tried to not look, but every time she moved his attention was drawn back to her ass.After the show Katie said, “Well I’m off to bed. She kissed me then. Then my neck. Licking me with that wide tongue stretched to the limits. “Are you ready to be mine, slut?” He yanks my dress up and spanks me. Grabs my entire ass in his hand roughly and spanks back down hard on both cheeks. He pulls my panties down and they fall to my ankles. He grabs my hips and yanks me back. I bend over slightly. He teases the plug, tracing the wetness up and down my ass. It goes inside and I yelp. He cups his hand over my mouth and pulls me into him, ‘little spoon-style’.. . then he told me to kiss my finger for him,and insert it into my derriere, which I did, arching my back in delightwhile my other hand continued to stroke my hardening nipples, until mywhole body shivered as I succumbed to wave after wave of exquisitepleasure, my little penis twitching and dribbling like a forgottenbystander. I made Jacques promise to call me again at the same time tomorrow, andevery night after that until I returned to Paris.The next day, what was to become my routine for.