.. or massaging your clit...You loose yourself in the feeling of pleasure and longing...All to soon you are done... all the hair gone... you grab the ...hower to start rinsing it all of... your free hand sliding along the newly shaved skin... oh so sensitive... you feel the fingers glide along your balled pussy, down to your lips... spreading them... opening them for the water to rush along passed your clit.You move the head closer, now letting the streams of water caress your clit... Your free. ’ ‘Right. Um, thanks, Denise,’ Stan said, after a moment. He continued, quietly, ‘You’re right, of course. A true friend.’ ‘Yes and this true friend’s got work to do!’ said Denise, crisply. Softening, she continued, ‘Are you okay, Stan?’ ‘Yes, fine. Thanks, Denise. I’ll see you later.’ ‘And we’re still on for Wednesday night!’ Denise answered from the doorway, before disappearing off to her own department. Elizabeth, of course, took in the whole thing from her desk. She didn’t know exactly what. I have trained her very well." My, My, My, Welcome Wendy. You are quite the young lady. It is rare thatone sees such a truly feminine young woman these days. Whatever you faultsmay have been in the past, I am sure your Mother has forgiven them and sowill I and the rest of the girls. Come and join us. Would you like a glassof wine. The wine is the same color as your lovely lips. You will loveit."The luncheon party consisted of Myself and Mother and Mrs. Lynch and threeother perfectly coiffed and. After I was totally humiliated, the b**st growled "Up, bend over".I stood and slipped off my sheer gown. I heard the other inmates gasp asthey saw me - the sexiest woman some of them have seen in years, and thatmost of them will see in years. I turned away from the b**st, sideways tothe front bars of the cell, walked over to the desk in the cell and bentover it.The b**st walked up behind me. His strong, calloused hands slipped down mydelicate panties. He ran his hands down the black seams.