Armstrong trussed up in ropes. It made my pussy wet just thinking about it.“Got it, Yunie,” my girlfriend said, bursting into our bedroom. It was ...my childhood bedroom, but now we both shared it. It was a little cramped, but that was life in Clint’s harem. Despite owning three houses, things could get crowded with his children darting around. “Ready!”I nodded my head, a heat fluttering through me as my girlfriend thrust her hand into the cloth, reusable shopping bag. She ripped out the item she. She leaves and returns with a pan of water towels and a razor. I am going to fix this hair situation now.John looks at her with some apprehension, eyes wide head up looking down.She grabs his cock and then applies a warm wet cloth and then some lather and then starts to shave him. AHHHHHHHHH man your pulling hair in the wrong place, you better not cut anything. Very slowly and carefully she shaves his pubic area and then the shaft. Oh that feels good yes, your hand on my cock. Oh and. In the office I knew they sniggered behind my back and called me 'The Ice Queen'. I didn't care. I was hovering on the edge of suicide anyway and it wouldn't have taken much to tip me over. As I slipped and slithered on the icy steps of my porch, a feint eerie light slowly enveloped me. Looking up I had been stunned to see a weird object hovering just above the tree-lined paddock behind my remote country cottage. The shock paralysed me for a moment until the object settled silently in the field. ”“You’re going to do great, ” I told her. “I have all the faith in the world in you.”“I know you do, ” Liz said, cuddling up on my shoulder. “I wanted to tell you that I’m really happy about the job you did down here this week. You and Jill kept everything under control and let me focus on what I needed to do. I appreciate that more than I can tell you.”“It was Jill, ” I said.Liz chuckled.“That’s funny, ” she said. “When I told her the same thing, she said it was you.”“She’s just being modest,.