The thrill of a refreshing smelling moisturizer massagedlightly over one now hairless body, replacing the strange smell of theremoval cream. Even the ...touch of her hands felt so nice and soft on mynew found nakedness."For the next few days we'll spray your body with the same fine lotion Iwiped over your face this morning that will retard any further hairgrowth. Won't that be wonderful Sissy, no more nasty hair to detractfrom such a lovely silky smooth sissy body?" I was told.Even touching myself. You failed. Pulses danced over your stomach, up the side of your torso, vibrated up your side and across your underarms, down your arms and into the palms of your hand. Your nipples had been so engaged in these sensations throughout the entire ceremony, you were awestruck that your areolae had not succeeded in ripping through your bra and pass the fabric of your dress.I stood on the other side of the door encouraging any intruders to move to another facility. I told them a friend of mine was. After that, every thirty seconds you're still trying, I reach over and give your ass an open-palmed smack. I start off soft, then get harder--my hand _and_ my cock! Gradually you shift into a train of sounds: smack: quick grunt, long moan. Smack: quick grunt, long moan. You surrender yourself to the rhythm, knowing my hand is never going to more than redden your skin.After not that long but still all of a sudden you begin to give in to yourself. All your limbs start to tremble. Neither of us. My own father ... and had actually been one of his hookers-for-hire in college, and..." here Carl looked away and said softly, "and you were basically given to me by him when I was at Wharton."Madison was sniffling and had begun crying as Carl was saying all this. Pointing at the tissue box, she beckoned and Carl handed her two tissues. She blew her nose before responding."Honey, I know that we agreed when we were dating and when we got married that we would not tell all or hold our sexual.