Suddenly he said: "Don't shave your pussy. I want you to let the hair grow there for me." I was surprised to hear that. I have always shaved this area...and I was usedto having my skin smooth and clean down there. "Why?" I asked, forgetting for a moment that I was not meant to questionanything anymore. Instead of answering he pinched my nipple again, making mecry out in pain this time. "Don't ask me any questions, whore. Just listen to what your Master tellsyou. Understand?" Another pinch to my. So it needs several pages to explain every bit of the detail so this story will be lengthy but truly authentic and surely arouse you like anything, and you will not be able to resist cum/masturbate at least 10 times before you completely read this story.Events, emotion and planning we had in this wife exchange journey will exceed a thriller movie’s suspense, I’m excited to explain here in this story. I tried to recall every minor discussions, plans, conversations happen in real time and. ’ ‘She’s not a china doll.’ Leon laughed. ‘You won’t think that when you have to change her diaper.’ Everyone laughed and Thorne shook his head. ‘Let’s hope that I miss that opportunity.’ Jacob rejoined the gathering and they all moved into the library to enjoy a bottle of rare Spanish tawny port that Jacob had bought for Pieter. Thorne’s gaze moved from Sammi’s laughing eyes, to Leon’s, dark and full of love as he smiled at Mary, to Pieter, whose aged eyes took pride in the love granted to him. ‘You’re a silly boy. I’m okay – I’ll live.’ ‘But, still. To me you’re perfect. Ignore anyone who would dare think otherwise. You’ve more beauty and brains than any of those trophy wives.’ The night before she had been fractious, tense in the cab on the way home from a dinner the agency had thrown for our biggest clients. The perfumed, plastic-surgeried wife of one of our biggest advertisers had casually mentioned that she should put her mind to better use, that her work was trivial. She had.