The shower-gel did seem tohave a nourishing effect. Not just like ordinary soap. I also noticedthat it was strongly scented. And not with a masculine ...erfume. Shehanded me a towel as I stepped out of the shower. "It's better to patyour skin dry rather than rub vigorously," she said. "It needs to betreated a little more tenderly after using the hair removing cream."Back in the bedroom Mrs Roberts handed me a pair of pink knickers to puton. Although these were particularly feminine articles I was. And, when he'd finally slumped over me I could still feel his hard, uncuteight inches inside me? oh how I'd cried when he'd left the flat hourslater, when I'd finally paid for the weed that Alex had laid onto MasterJohn.Really, I don't mind paying off his debts, as long a it's not thatBev. She's not right, that one. She wears dungarees and casual suede bootsand little else, sometimes a tee-shirt, yet rarely panties.She has a very slim figure, short think brown hair and green brown eyesthat kind. He shook his head. "Oh, no, I couldn't," he said. "It's an unwritten rule. A magician never explains his tricks."Maxine smiled and put her head on one side. Her long hair fell loosely across her shoulder. "No, of course. I understand. Let me guess though. Was it some form of hypnosis of the audience, perhaps with the Swami's ruby? Or was it something even more remarkable; the real Indian rope trick?"Gregg's jaw dropped open at the mention of the Swami. He stared at Maxine without saying. When Greg was close to cumming he had me get down on my knees so he could give me a pearl necklace. After he came all over my big titties he slapped my face with his cum covered cock. Greg then had me put my bra on over his cum that was on my titties. I spent most of the rest of the night with my husband. When my husband went to get us a drink Greg came over to me and asked if I told him what was all over my tits. I said of course not. Hubby said that he was getting ready to drive home I walked.