I want himto like me... but now he's seen this..." Relax. You'll understand when you see Stephen. Trust me."Stephen Jackson. Her boyfriend of over a y...ar. I liked him. Of all theguys that Lisa had dated, he was the finest. And some of her formerboyfriends had been total douche buckets. I liked him a lot. And now heknew what a freak I was. Though Lisa had betrayed my trust and revealedmy secret, she had never hurt me, either mentally or physically. And Idid trust her, but this had shaken that. It was one of what was called ‘safety razors,’ double edged so there was little chance of my being cut. Still there was the possibility of being nicked, and was told as long as I kept still and didn’t struggle, that was unlikely. Anyway I was in their hands and just kept still, and I actually began to enjoy my ‘treatment.’ I thought Irene was finished when she stopped shaving me, and she ran her hand over to check her handiwork. She said something to her assistant who then placed a hot cloth. “Ride my dick and make me cum, bitch.’ He demanded smacking my ass before squeezing my tits with both hands. I positioned myself placing my knees on the step where he sat. I leaned forward as I started working my hips up and down the shaft of his dick. I moaned and cried in pleasure as I rode his massive cock. I sat all the way down on him taking every inch of his huge dick deep into my pussy.“Your sweet pussy feels so good!” He moaned as I continued jetting his dick in and out of my pussy. His. The girls were still in better wardrobe shape than the boys, Ron being down to just a rather sexy pair of navy boxer shorts and Harry in burgundy ones and a sock. Hermione still wore her bra and knickers, her skirt and a camisole, while Ginny could claim all that Hermione wore, plus her white oxford blouse and a knee sock.Mercifully, Ron won the next hand and watched with his bottom lip bruised between his teeth as Harry’s sock joined the discard pile, along with Hermione’s skirt and Ginny’s.