Glancing down at the slave the Master says to the Mistress, "Take him into the bathroom, there's some hair-removal cream in the cupboard. I don't tole...ate pubic hair on my bois. If you really want to please me, make sure he is smooth all over." The Mistress guides the slave into the other room and asks, "So, what's it to be then? Cock and balls or all over?" The slave replies nervously, "All over please, Mistress." Smiling deviously, the Mistress responds, "I thought as much; you really are a. I couldn't help but notice how drop-dead gorgeous he was: exceptionally handsome face, long, raven-black hair. I was immediately attracted to him. I raised my hand to hail him down, and he pulled to the curb to let me in. I sat in the front seat. The sexual magnetism between us was break-the-Richter-scale material. I wasn't there to be his fare and he wasn't there to be my driver. Bear in mind, this was the '80s. Right before things like AIDS and safe sex became part of life as we now know. The enormity of what we had justdone hit me. We had committed a heinous crime in both the eyes of the law andof the church. We would be imprisoned and the key thrown away for sure. "Oh my God. What have we done?" I barely whispered."It's called fucking." Aunt Alice giggled."I know that. That's not what I mean. You are my aunty and this is incest. Wecould get locked up." Only if anybody found out. Now don't worry about it and let's go to bed anddo it some more."It seemed as though I had. You let it get so bad that it supported life.”“Regardless, it got bad. So one day, I just knocked on the neighbor’s door. They had a pool, like everyone else, and I’d figure they’d know what to do. Their son offered to help.” She looked at Derek. “Fifteen or twenty-six, you look exactly the same.” She brushed her red hair behind her ear. “Some people have all the luck.”“Interesting,” Juice said, engaged as well. “Was this before or after you started Bump & Grind?”“Before,” Dana said. “I was.