She handed me a razor and a can of shaving foam. "Shave, sissy,shave. I don't want to see a single body hair on you, ever again. Legs,arms, armpits, c...hest, crotch: every hair comes off and stays off."I protested, "Madame Beringer, here in front of the window? All of Pariscan see me. Please?"She slapped my ass really hard, something she had never done before. Sheyelled at me, "You want to see Paris? Well, Paris wants to see you. Doit, sissy!"I started to shave, in broad daylight, by the window,. Both used to fuck each other using Pens, Pencils, Cucumber and other stuff. Even they used to cum on soft drinks bottle and then exchange it and drink it. Both lost their seal due to this and soon Niharika was married to a dude when she was 24. Niharika said to Megha about her first night which was 1000 times hotter than their lesbian sex and she like being fucked by a real dick. She said her to try it once as she was upset and wanted her lesbo friend. So Megha reached me via ISS. I was more. Reservations were starting to come in months and even years in advance. The pay was amazing, the clientele were satisfied and I was happy. Lonely, but happy. As I glanced through my growing portfolio, my eye caught a picture that I had intentionally tucked away toward the rear of the pages. Face and neck glistening from the moist heat that settled on that private island in the Caribbean, a set of deep turquoise eyes gazed back framed by a strawberry blonde mane. Isabella. Hearing the phone. They began in England since they didn’t know any other languages, and met people everywhere. They would rent a room for a few days at a time in each place and sometimes do some sightseeing during the day, but they would always hit the local clubbing scene at night, dancing and flirting their way into the pants of one girl after another. They would often hook up with girls early enough in the evening that they could fuck them silly, and then return to the club later the same night to try to.