"Would you like to see how I use it?" s/he said pointing to where the video booths were.After I nodded in the affirmative, Sheila took my hand and ca...lled out to someone in Spanish. As the two of us made our way toward the video booths a short Hispanic looking man took his place at the counter. He shook his head as if to day, "Here we go again!"Sheila and I exchanged formal greetings as we made our way to the backWhen we reached the entrance to the video area I spotted a big bold sign that. A swath of pale skin shone in the candlelight after the blade passed. A dip in the water to rinse the razor and another short swipe at her lathered mound. Lips pressed where bare skin now showed. She could not resist squeezing and lifting her buttocks up, kissing the lips back with pressure if nothing else. Long moments stretched while they pressed against each other. A gentle tug on the silver chain reminded Bobbi to relax and let her new barber finish. Reluctant, she eased back down, arched. However, that day when jiju was supposed to come, I was wearing a noodle strap top with a wide neckline to show good cleavage without bra and a knee length skirt. I was also wearing a thin payal also, which was adding to my personality. I was awake in the morning at 6 am only; I also shaved off my pubic, since I normally do that. My mother looked at me from top to toe, smiled, and said: “jiju ke aane ki tayari hai”. I blushed and ran inside my room. Mother shouted from her room and said: “wake. When she came around and saw my hand on my cock she stopped suddenly. Out of thin air a short black riding crop appeared in her hand and she hit the head of my cock. "Ouch" I protested. "This is my property now and you do not touch it unless I tell you to. Understand Slave?" I released my grasp and answered "Yes Mistress."She continued to move around me slapping the riding crop on her thigh. When she was in front of me she grabbed my cock by its shaft and gave a tug. "Is this all you have for.