I told him that really didn’t want to let my sister force me to shave down there but that I was obviously going to have to trim up a bit. I could t...ll that my sons mouth had gone dry, I guess that I really had gone too far with this but he seemed to recover a bit and almost whispered out. “You could shave a landing strip” I feigned ignorance, just trying to buy time I guess, while thrilling to the obscene nature of this. My sister had started this, my son had picked the outfit. I was just the. Those who do not remember me let me introduce my self yet once again.I am fair skinned, having a very soft plump body. Main attractions of my body are my ass and my breasts. Yes, breasts. I have tiny cute breasts like a 14-year-old girl with exact same females like nipples and brown dark circles around them 100% like a woman.If I were to take a close up picture of my breasts or nipples no one can guess if these are a male’s or females. I’ve very little hair on my body. To be really feminine, I. I grab a long rod and use it as a spreader bar as I secure her legs on each side.I then tied the spreader bar to the coffee table spreading her legs wide and exposed her cunt and arse for my amusementShe could not bend her knees very far so her arse and cunt where stuck up into the air.She struggles to get some composure but there was none; the only possible position just looked like a seductive dance.I admired her bare cunt and arse stuck in the air....Looking to see if the mother was watching. Perhaps I'll just stay here. Perhaps I'll just sleep... "How do you feel, Miss Carter?" The voice seemed, all at once, to be very far away and right against her ear, rich and deep and heavy with authority."Fine," she murmured, then smiled sleepily. "Better. I feel great." Excellent. That's the effect of the hypnosis, Miss Carter." Hypnosis?" Margaret frowned slightly, though the expression felt alien and uncomfortable."Conventional anesthetics would have left you bruised and uncomfortable, but.