His body has never developed any adult hair, and Mistress Suprema's maid removes any accumulation of 'peach fuzz' with a weekly application of a frigh...teningly sharp straight edged razor.Pretty Boy follows the leash. He realizes he has no choice. Not only is his penis skewered, Mistress Suprema had what remained of his scrotal sac pierced and to it attached a pair of sizable golden bells. And the extreme humiliation of his bells announcing his presence to the insouciant stable girls is never. And in the weekend my wife would be back but I din’t want to think about it yet. I woke up walked in my boxers to find my Lakshmi my MIL.She was in kitchen making breakfast and I stood at the door and watched her beauty. She had her hair up with a claw clip and was wearing the nighty she had worn last night, but no bra on and just the panty. I went near her and hugged her tight from the sides, I placed my left hand over her ass and with one hand cupped her awesome boobs. I loved her boobs, it. She knew her husband loved red lipstick and she put some on.She walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab some wine and two glasses and put them on her dining room table. She was looking forward to playing the game. She lit some candles and put on some soft jazz music. She waited for her husband to come home.At around nine o’clock the door opened. Emily rose from the couch and walked over to greet her husband at the door.“Hello, Tommy!”“Emily, you look amazing.”Tommy approached his wife and they. “Baby seals get clubbed to death, and then get skinned for their coats!”Marilyn squawked at that. “That’s gross!”“Come on, let’s go in and get out of the cold. It’s freezing out here! These idiots are going to catch pneumonia,” I told her.“You aren’t going to...”“NO WAY!”The dining room was packed tonight, with most of the brothers, all of the pledges, and about half a dozen girlfriends. It was simple enough fare, being beef stew and bread, and the main topic was who were polar bears and who.