She had neatly trimmed, fine, blonde pubic hair that looked almost like peach fuzz. I immediately started stroking myself again. I asked her to turn a...ound and she reluctantly bent over the sink and I could just barely see her bum hole and could now clearly see she was wet. I pulled out my phone as she turned around, and told her, rather than asking, that I was going to take a picture of her, but not include her face. She rolled her eyes, but assumed her original position, this time with her. It wanted to find a woman who looked feminine, sexy and who had a talented tongue. If it was going to let another woman go down on its pussy then it wanted one who knew what the hell she was doing. It knew that it sure didn’t know anything about doing oral or anything else on a woman.After admitting to itself that it didn’t know where to even begin, it decided that maybe it should discuss this with Master. Even though it was just a little afraid of how Master might react by it coming to Him. In response, my Mother turned up the volume on the TV, something she often did when she didn't want to listen to him anymore. I couldn't hear any more so I snuck back to bed.That Sunday was Dad's golf day and Mom changed the breakfast conversation as he rushed out the door. She went on about how a woman's skin needed exposure to light and nutrients all year round. She said her skin was already starting to lose the great tone it had built up over the summer, thanks to my hard work. She. " Not the Marshall's Service of course but yes." The Irish girl dimpled. "I was a Pinkerton agent as you very well know from when we met during the Civil War."Sometimes Duncan stayed with the Hamiltons but more often he took a room in a historic hotel that had been fully restored and renovated just a few years ago. Duncan enjoyed the memories as he had stayed there over a hundred years ago when it was first built. He had just arrived and was unpacking when a brisk rap sounded on the room.