I just can’t get it out of my head. Friday evening we met Vicky at the bus station and it brought memories back to me of the first time that I met Jon there, only I think I was a lot more nervous than Vicky was when we met her. We went straight to this big pub that used to be a bank. It was still early and we were able to get a table and some food. Jon asked her how her week had been and what she had up to. Vicky said that the week had been very quiet and dull compared to the last few days in Ibiza and then at our place. Work had been a right drag but it had been a little livelier on the Thursday, after she had decided to go to work at the building society without underwear. She said that it had been strange talking to people and wondering what they would say if they knew what she wasn’t wearing. I then told her all about my short job at the shoe shop which made us all laugh. Just as I was finishing the girl arrived with the food and as she was putting it on the table Jon asked Vicky if she had been shaving every day, walking around in the nude, and what her flat mates had said about her shaved pubes. Vicky blushed, I smiled, and the poor girl serving the food nearly tipped Jon’s food on his lap. Vicky waited until she had gone before saying that it had taken until the Wednesday for her to pluck up the courage and she had walked from her room japanese through the lounge to the bathroom when both her flatmates had been there. Kelly (one of the flatmates) had noticed the lack of pubic hair and asked what was going on. Apparently, Vicky had then told both Kelly and Liz a little bit about us and a little bit about the fun that she had had on holiday with us. She had told them a little bit about her holiday on the Sunday night, but had not mentioned us until the Wednesday night. Both had been interested in what she fuck had said and neither of them had tried to criticise her. After we had finished the food and had a few more drinks, Jon asked her to prove that she had nothing on under her dress. When she asked “How,” Jon told us to go to the toilet and swap dresses. “Vanessa would not lie to me,” he said. “Nor would I” said Vicky, and just as we were about to go, Jon added that we had to do it in the open area near the sinks, not in a cubicle, and we had to do Hairy it as soon as we got in there and not wait until the place was empty. When we got in there, there were 2 teenage girls talking and touching up their makeup. I looked at Vicky and said, “OK let’s do it” and we just lifted our dresses over our heads. asian The 2 girls just couldn’t believe their eyes and stopped talking and stared at us. I exotic decided to give them something else to think about and said to them “Our Master just ordered us to do it.” With that Vicky and me swapped dresses, put them on and walked out. As we were walking back Vicky said, “That told them.” When we got back to Jon I told him what had happened and he said, “So, Vicky isn’t wearing any knickers then.” “No Master.” I replied. It was a beautiful smell. Her name is Sally; she's a twenty-eight-year-old primary school teacher and she's married to a friend of my parents. “I feel fine, mum, my drink went down the wrong way, is all, I’ll be down exotic shortly.” “At this point, how much crazier can things get?” My entire body shook nonstop as if I had vibrators all throughout my body. I shuddered, my lips tasting her delicious passion. She then said master I need to piss so he put her leash on and took her to the toilet then he dabbed Hairy her dry before getting her coat and taking her home. Doesn’t sound so bad does it, girl?” Her face a mask of ecstasy as... He fuck fell back down, but his butt only half caught the chair, sending it crashing back into the store's glass security door. Was she shaved? With this, Carissa japanese set the recording to asian play again.