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She looked at Kyle and said, “Just like you said on the phone…we will need her to comply to your wishes, can you get her to sign off?” “Sign off to do what? Exactly what is going on here?” I demanded. Stacey took my hand and said in a most sincere voice, “We are not only a licensed tattoo parlor, we also have legal status for hair removal and other minor dermatological procedures. Your son stated that you keep yourself clean and that instead of having to make it a chore voyeur to stay that way, we could help. Kyle…why don’t you let me talk to her in private.” Kyle nodded and walked through a door towards the front of the building. Stacey took my hand and motioned me to take a seat…sitting directly in front of me, still holding public my hand, “Ok, Kerri…do you mind if I call you Kerri?” “Uh…ok…I guess”. “Kerri…it is none of my business as far as how your son knows that you keep clean…but it is pretty obvious that you are meticulous in your hygiene”. She lifted my arms. I shave my armpits almost every day…just to be sure. She looked towards japanese my lower body… raised an eyebrow while nodding her head positively. I subconsciously nodded in an agreement. “Well, what we offer is an opportunity to free you from having that chore of doing it yourself. It is called defoliation.” This was totally weird…but since it was not about tattoos and the concept of not having to shave continuously…well, my interest was piqued. “Does it hurt? Are there any complications?” I was really curious, but the thought of why Kyle would be doing this lingered in my brain. “Not really…we give you a sedative and a local…and there might be some discomfort for a day or so, then you will be as clean as a baby forever”. She handed me a photo album. I scanned through it…there were pictures before and after, of both women and men. Some had forests of hair to begin with, but most started with just stubble…and then, nothing. Clean as a whistle…this is what I was always trying to maintain. Told myself that whether Kyle wanted it or not, that I wanted it…and this is the mental excuse to do it. “Ok…I guess this is actually something I want. What do you need from me?” “We just need you to sign this”, she handed me a clipboard. “Initial here that you read it, and sign here.” She pointed at both spots. I only read the first line, it said “I agree to teen the procedure(s)” the rest just looked like a standard form. So I initialized and signed. Stacey pulled out a package with a syringe and wiped a spot on my arm, “a small sedative” she explained. Then she told me to take my dress off and get on the table. When I pulled the dress off, Stacey let out a “Whoa” and then asked, “Are those real?” No doubt flattery helps…I proudly responded, “Yep…100 percent!” My voice sounded disconnected though and my brain seemed to be slowing things down, especially the connection between my movements and what I thought I was doing. Stacey guided me asian up on the medical table…the light above me seemed to pulse…the noises around me as if being filtered through water. There were other people talking…they sounded far away. A spinning sensation made me close my eyes…could not make them open again. Heard a voice ask, “Did she sign? Did she agree that Kyle owns her?” His gaze stops on my wife for a long while. Now, we want the chance to do the same for you. Remembering what had felt good, when Julie had played with mine, I spread my lips about her nipple, and sucked, gently at first, teen frightened public of hurting her. Her large breasts pillowed against my stomach, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. As Anna grew the chain would pull her breasts downward. It was a bit embarrassing being watched when eating; especially voyeur as my mind was thinking about 969, 132, the fun that I could have with them; and what it would be like at the Nuwa Corporation for the next couple of months. “No, not really.” She was there with her two daughters, twins in fact. We soon got back into a fast rhythm, l don’t know why l was getting so excited from this fuck, maybe it was because l was fucking my sister’s pussy, l didn’t stop to ponder the thought but just asian kept japanese fucking sis getting as much cock inside her. After talking to his boss, Cheri had called Carl’s cell phone and confronted him with what she’d been told. So, what do I do?”