She gave me a puzzled look.“You,” I said, pointing at the razor and then pointing at the pubic hair exposed around the crotch of the thong.The smi...e returned as she nodded, then jumped off my lap and lowered her thong.I motioned for her to sit on the counter and she eagerly complied. I took a small pair of scissors from a drawer and started clipping the hair as short as I could without risk of causing an injury. With the hair shortened, I covered it with shaving cream and began to shave it. I run upstairs and into my bedroom. I find my good friend Bob, who has never let me down. Masturbating has always helped the ease of my sexual needs, but never cures it. Sometimes, it feels like it just makes it worse. Not today though. I think of Chris and my dining room table. My fingers are roaming over my body, with my vibrator deep inside me. I have the speed up as high as it can go, buzzing harshly against my clit and deep inside me. Chris is giving me no mercy on my table. He slams. Eventually completing their work, Helen and Charles stepped away, leaving Vicky and Caroline no longer feeling hands fastening them to the Crosses, or their breath or fingers exploring their bodies as they did so, only an unnerving constant slapping of leather upon the palm of an unknown hand behind them could be heard by the naked and bound women.A constant slapping which served only to set the nerves of Vicky Preston and Caroline Dixon on end, while anxiously awaiting what would inevitably be. I loved it. Beholding a picture of such beauty was part of the reason I went to the massage parlor. Then she climbed into the tub. I had been standing facing her because I wanted to continue exposing my erection to her. She gave my penis and appraising look, grabbed the soap and told me to turn around. She soaped my back, then my buttocks and my legs. She washed me with long sensual strokes and even washed my anus, running her fingers all the way down to my scrotum. I got an electric charge.