Without Mistress and Her pet his future in the city would be have been short and final. Pet was still breathing heavily and the little trickle from H...r sore rear hole as She worked with dedicated efficiency made Her smile. He was wonderful… Perhaps a little rough around the edges and certainly not attractive but nonetheless She was ecstatically happy that he had chosen Her and used Her with such ardent passion. As She worked to prepare iced tea flavoured with fresh peaches She hummed happily. ” Oh shit. Dani brought a bowl of hot water, and Ginger brought some scissors, shaving cream, and a razor. She also had two towels, one she stuck under my butt. “Hold still so I don’t cut you.” I felt hot water being smoothed on my genitals, and she’d comb it up and snip it. Soon the shaving started. I turned my head and found myself looking right at Heidi’s pussy. I could feel myself becoming hard. Had I not been nervous I probably would have been hard already. Ginger worked quickly and I. The other was a little more down to earth and didn’t talk much but we ate dinner together a few times a week and had some small talk about how our weeks had gone by and such. Every day she got up at 7 in the morning and rushed out to the toilet to take care of her daily routine. She probably used 30 minutes in the bath and then another 30 minutes to get her make-up and cloth on point. She made some breakfast and got out the door at around 10. She had always been precise with her timings and. Usual. Nothing to worry about. Those few who did know - who had gathered, and planned, and bought, and organised - weren't saying anything either. It'd be nice to think, looking back, that this was because they were worried they'd be found out, their efforts stamped out, their leaders cursing as they were dragged away in handcuffs to cells that would never be opened. Or simply dismissed, ranting and raving like loons as all their frantic scribbles and diagrams came to nothing. Maybe they were.