It looks a lot like the pictures my mom has of me from when I tried to cut my own hair when I was little. The best part is that since you are really h...iry, the chunks you shaved out really show up."She started to laugh too, once she looked at the few pictures I took."Ok you got me there. Now how about we get my tween bare again for tomorrow," she asked. "I really hate having ever gotten hair on my pussy anyway. Mom got all of hers taken off by electrolysis, but she won't let me do it. Heck she. Besides, it was Saturday morning. My favourite day to run. I always stopped at a little café for breakfast on Saturdays over on the other side of town. It was my guilty pleasure. I could stop, have breakfast, drink my blessed coffee and then continue on my way. ‘OH hell!’ the thought just hit me. I was supposed to be meeting the girls for breakfast this morning. I could always go to my little breakfast spot tomorrow then. So much for my usual Saturday routine. Now I had the dilemma of going for. "More" she demanded, and I found that after that small lick, i'd kind of enjoyed it, so I gave a few more licks, getting longer each time. I was getting aroused by this, but had no idea why. After a couple of minutes of licking all of her boots clean she told me to stop and, as if nothing had happened, we resumed sitting and talking as we were before.The next day at school I was sat with her and her friends at a table during lunch break at school. Suddenly she told them that she taught me how. Next I started to puton the uniform that he insisted I wear in the mornings, to do my choresin. It was a sexy little maid's outfit, well, I had said in my marriagevows yesterday, that I was to be his perfect wife. Amongst the list ofmy roles given to me at our wedding, was I would be his maid, as well ashis wife, his secretary, his cook, cleaner and whore, plus several otherthings.I put on some body-spray and perfume, then slipped on the black, with alittle bit of white lace trim, basque..