In a knowledgable tone I explained, “ To dangerous Shirley, you haven’t got the weight needed to balance the bike you see!”...We were getting in...o winter and I recall it being a Sunday afternoon When I realised our lives were about to change. Mary had come in from being out all day with Jonny. As I came in from the barn she was into a bad argument with Dad. It sounded like it was something to do with sex. The tension was awful. The row then reached shouting level and Mum was openly crying. The. Next came her dress, she took it out of the wardrobe. Still, in the bag from when she had had it cleaned two days ago. She removed it from the bag and put on. It was a modest black dress that clung to her well formed and slightly mature body. She turned back to the mirror and posed to see herself. Just the look she wanted, with a full neckline and showing her curves. Because it ended mid thigh, it showed enough leg to be sexy, but not smutty.She would be going to a bar she and her husband. " Linda sat down, and her little speech was applauded warmly.Then Hans rose. "I am Hans, married to Linda. I am 47 years old and my fantasies go towards domination. I dream of enslaving women to my will, prolonged sessions of mild spanking mostly with my hands, role-playing, and making a woman surrender to my wishes even if they sometimes are unusual."Hans was applauded too. Then Linda looked round. "Who is next? Anybody volunteer?" A tallish blonde woman with a curvy body rose from her. I feel a few hard smacks of the crop across my cock and balls and then the razor again. It is apparent that my cock and balls have been depleted of hair. Mistress orders me to take the wet cloth she hands me and wipe my newly shaven skin. As I do so, I can feel the new softness of my skin and get this tingly feeling. Mistress then hands me some things and orders me to put them on. Then I notice that her words are more forceful and she is using the word bitch. She removes my blindfold and says.