There I was waiting for him,bend over boy he said sharply,I complied ,he then caned my bottom, that will teach you, do as you are told,and next week ...I intend to exorcise you.Not only did he enjoy caning me,he would then make me say sorry to him, and thank for my pending bottom cleaning, pardon sir,I enquired,he said that when he comes it helps me to rid all the nasties out of me,and that his love juice would steralise my inside. So back to the sexorcism, as normal for a thursday evening,he. I never got involved with the barracks gambling, I didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and did not date at all. Therefore, I had almost 70% of my entire salary still available, and with the GI Bill, and my pension, and my scholarships, I would be debt-free when I graduated.I used the laptop to email, my sisters and my mother. The responses I got told me that I would be welcome home whenever I had a chance. My father tried to put his foot down once too often and was shown the door. My sisters were still. Amy was very logical and made a lot of sense, so I grabbed a disposable razor and with the help of the baby oil as a lubricant, I started slowly, carefully shaving. The closer I got to my balls and base of my shaft, the more deliberate I got, and the more aroused I became. The arousal seemed to actually help with the safety factor since the skin was now tighter and less likely to be snagged or nicked by the blade. Upon completion, we were both very aroused…me by the feeling and relief from the. At work, Ms. Sloane is always talking about establishing a narrative. “Birdy, don’t just blurt out, ‘Here’s the new logo for Harvey Mattresses.’ Sketch in some background, explain the research, the thought process.”I nodded, “Narrative.”At home, to head off those wedding chimes, I sat my sainted mother down to explain the facts of life in terms she could understand. I made a circle with both hands — right and left — “Imagine my life is a full dinner plate.”“All right.”“Family — you and Auntie.