I noticed it was she that had initially mentioned a particularly memorable tale from her time at the University and had asked her professor to relate ...he story, as she couldn't quite remember all of it.She slipped away from the enthralled crowd gathered around the two storytellers and came back to my side. Looking up at me she said, "Thank you, Master, for reminding me of my place."The First Lady, a notorious champion of women's rights, had been standing directly behind Nicole as she had. I closed my eyes and fought the urge I once felt forCharlie. Victor and I had never been intimate, but we had snuggled a fewtimes when alcohol was involved.My chest was rising and falling with the need of the moment. Irepositioned my legs back to a more formal position putting on a smallshow for Victor as he sat down. I took another sip of the fine wine tocalm myself down. Breathing deep cleansing breaths while trying not to beobvious, I noticed Victor's concentration on my swelling chest with. I was hairless apart from my head. She left the bathroom and I showered. It was a great shower. Hot water and good pressure. I kept looking down at my hairless arms and legs. I looked over my shoulder to see my hairless bum! That was new to me. I was as smooth as I could get and free from cuts and rashes. Maybe she had something as well to make them look even smoother. I entered her dressing room. There was the wardrobe, full length mirrors and a dresser. It was very tidy. Not so much was on. “I’m glad you like it, Uncle Jeff. You were right about this Vaseline. I love it. Your cock feels so hard and powerful like this. Oooops!” she squealed as her hands slipped off my cock and it sprang up to slap noisily against my stomach.“OH GOSH! I’M SORRY! ARE YOU OKAY UNCLE JEFF?” she almost shouted in her shock at the speed and force with which my rigid cock snapped out of her hands. I was about to answer that I was fine and then noticing the genuine look of concern on her face, I thought I.