Cindy handed me a razor and lady's shaving gel. I took them from her hand as she stared me in the eyes.
“From chin to toe, I want my little w***e to be nice and smooth,” she said, patting me on the cheek.
‘How long was I supposed to take this s**t?’ f**k I don’t want Cindy going raging b***h on me again. Would she post the photos even if I did as she said but poorly? Too much to think about.’ I thought, as I stepped in the shower and lathered my hair with her shampoo, enjoying the scent, it reminded me of Cindy, and I was starting to get a hard on again. I took my time shaving, making sure to get every area. My balls were particularly difficult, hopefully Cindy would be satisfied. After soaping up and rinsing off, I stepped out of the shower.
Still not looking at me, Cindy had an array
