She wears only a thong panty at her crotch, which harbors a tiny triangle of clipped black hair. I envy her. I am still hairless like a child, forever dispossessed of my natural womanliness. Her pubic hairs are glistening from the new wet dew. She looks embarrassed but composed as both men admire the look of her thick, muscled thighs and the beautiful ‘V’ at their apex.
“Silk, stand back,” Sir orders.
I detach myself from the ring, and draw away so that the woman can take the punishment position herself.
My master nods as she gingerly moves forward, grabbing for the metal to steady herself. I find her backside is as appealing as the lovely front. There is not one blemish on the surface of her flesh. As she raises her arms, her shoulder blades define a beautiful back. Her waist is tr
