I left Lou to withdraw the clit needle herself, even though she begged me to do it myself. I watched as she slowly pulled the thin steel shaft out, pa...nting and weeping as the withdrawal caused her clitoris to rise up, drawn along with the needle. I reached down and rubbed and slapped her genitals to get the blood flowing again, causing her to cry out again. Satisfied with the result, an appointment was made. Less than a week later, I found myself in the sumptuous offices of a Harley Street. I should not have appreciated the sight that greeted me as much as I did. Laura was reaching up into one of the top cupboards, stretching up on tiptoes, her muscles tensed, showing off tanned, toned legs that went all the way up to her bum, the curves of which were poking out from below my t-shirt. There was no sign of her wearing knickers either, which made me wonder if she had been commando when she joined me in bed. If not, why was she now? Laura soon kicked me brutally out of my. Nice tits but nothing much in the way of nipple. That's something for us to sort out." He removed his hand, and she was surprised he rearranged her bra and blouse. Then she felt his hand under her skirt, roughly pulling aside her knickers. 2 fingers were jabbed into her cunt, which was still dry. She squirmed with pain. "That's nothing. Wait till we really get going" he said. "Hair! We don't do hair. That will go very soon." She hadn't shaved her pussy for years. She had tried it once, shortly. I hope you'll come back to the Rectory with me for supper?" When Paul nodded, he added, "I hope I won't be long, Bert wants to tell me something."Bert was elderly and very earnest. He took perhaps ten minutes to explain something about the care of the trees in the churchyard."If you think it's a matter of safety, Bert," he paused and the old chap shook his head uncertainly, "let's get the Standing Committee together after Mass on Sunday and have a chat about it. In the meantime ... would you.