Cheryl had made note of the hairless sexes of her two companions and had wondered whether she would be shaved. Jeremiah provided the answer as he lathered up her ample bush and began to stroke the hair away. When he was done, Cheryl’s s*x was as hairless as her face. The sensation was odd and made Cheryl feel more naked than ever. The tall, menacing black man stroked the smooth skin. Cheryl was mesmerized as he spread her lips apart and manipulated her to wetness. She had already come twice since she had been brought to the women’s boudoir and was surprised to feel her loins begin to grow warm again with incipient lust. She watched as Jeremiah’s fingers entered her, his black hand in stark contrast to her hairless, pink skin.
The two other women had donned their evening-wear and were stan
