I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obta...n some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some control, like he was manipulating me into being scared, like he was testing me, and I. Finally I was home and felt exhausted. Fully dressed I flopped on the sofa and didn't wake until the next morning.Bright sun and a clear blue sky greeted me as I headed for work the following day. Just like the desert during the monsoon season. Flooding rain one day, sunshine and humid the next. Since I'd spent the night on my sofa I was running late having to shower and change clothes. I looked at the speedometer and saw I was doing fifteen over the limit. Obviously that's why the left door. She would playfully slap my hands and tell me to stop but there is no doubt she was loving it. I played with her soaking wet pussy on the back of the bus as we went home. The seat was rather wet when she stood up.As soon as we got home and closed our front door we fell into each other's arms and started mauling each other while stripping off our clothes. I threw Anne down on the bed and immediately began to lick her pussy, stopping at times to tell her this is what the men she flashed wanted to. . and what woman doesn't like the idea of having a blade slide against her man's prized possessions? Especially when she is in control of it. Lol. It's just plain fun... and sexy. I'm all professional while handling his jewels. My problem is that I can't keep my hands or my mouth off him once we're almost done.I've found the most efficient way to shave his junk is as follows:1) A bucket of very hot water.2) Prepare your work area with ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼a. A brand new razor or blade. EVERYTIME My.