“I love it, honey, but I can’t wear it honey,” She said pointing at the lace g-string. “I’m too fucking hairy down there.” �...��I know that, sweetheart. I’m going to shave your pussy so it’s as hairless and as smooth as a newborn babe’s bottom. See,” I announced pointing to my beard trimmer, safety razor, shaving cream, water basin, and towels on my bedside table. “Jesus, I’ve always wanted to shave my pussy but I was afraid I might knick something important down. Boiled down, the question was a simple one: Did I want a blowjob every day? My answer was just as simple. Yes, yes I did. Playing with her tits was pretty fun, too.“And I can still make you take your clothes off?”“You won’t have to,” she whispered, still in full-on seduction mode. “I’ll wear whatever you want me to wear, or nothing, if that’s what you want.”“How will you do it? On your knees or do I need to lie down or whatever?”“You can lay down if you prefer,” she said. “I’m pretty flexible.”. But he hoped she would not know it was him, and he resumed his position at the counter, smiling slightly, sweating profusely.The man in her pussy leaned against the wall, his softening member sliding out of her inch by inch, the mess of their orgasms and the darkness of the booth hiding the small amount of blood on him. He realized that he had to know who she was, had to find out if she did this regularly. Her whole day seemed to be revolving around sex so far, and he wanted to know more... and. "He wasn't happy, but did put me in touch with the company Jack used to work with, to get me private security. They agreed to fly in immediately and find ways to limit the obstruction to my life, as much as possible. It was money well spent, and apparently to be paid by the Judge's Federal budget.That night I reset all my safety switches, buttoned down the farm, and deliberately went to sleep without allowing myself to obsess about more shooters coming to finish me off.The next week flew by..