She soon almost forgot how strange all this hairlessness was and took as much care to remove every one of her own hairs as she did that of her mistres...s and the other two slaves. She no longer thought it peculiar that there were no eyebrows, no pubic hair nor even hair on the arms or legs. No one had hair and she was no different. ‘What did your mistress’ husband do, while you and the others were making love to his wife? Didn’t he ever get jealous?’ wondered Ivory, for whom these arrangements. Had she been touching herself while she watched? I wouldn’t blame her if she had. “How are you?” I asked. I hoped my tone was welcoming and warm. “I’m doing amazingly well. Charles and Cee are enjoying themselves so I thought I’d come over to see what was cooking with you guys. I’m certainly glad I did. I must say, I’ve learned some things about myself today. I had no idea I could be this turned on for this long. I had no idea I could be so, so wet.”Hearing that reminded me of her first. Once again using my mothers scented shamppo, I washed my shoulder length sun-bleached hair, and let the warm water rinse all of the suds from my head and body. I stepped out of the tub and dried myself, letting the towel fall to the floor after rubbing my wet hair to dry off the excess water. I combed my hair out straight, and stepped back to admire my naked body in the full length mirror on the door. I posed several different ways, always making sure to curve my back so as to enhance the. "Does my girl need it?" John asked."Mmmmmm," my wife just murmured around the cockmeat in her mouth. "Tell me where," John urged her. Maggie reached for one of John's hands and pushed it between her soft thighs. "There," she hissed. "Tell me," John pushed her. "I want it in my cunt," Maggie said, almost desperately. She NEVER used that word with me! " want it in my hairy cunt," she said hoarsely. "I want to get fucked."With that, John pushed Maggie back. She immediately lay back in the bed,.