But this was relaxingly exciting.But this was relaxingly exciting. It kept the thrills of electricity jumping through the lips of my pussy and each tiny tug pulling on the lips made my clit throb. I could have gotten lost in the feeling - but I knew without his having told me that Richard expected me to do what I had been told and get downstairs immediately. So I concentrated on brushing and sort of twisting the handle of the brush as I stroked, which made my pubic hair fluff out the way Richard wanted it. There was something very strange about styling my pubic hair for a man I had only met once before and with whom I had not even gone to bed yet - but it was exciting and kind of nasty, which was exactly what I wanted! I finished and smoothed the dress and crinoline back into place. I was happy to see that, even though Richard had made me stand with the skirt bunched up over my waist for quite a while, it still looked unwrinkled and presentable. I wanted to look good for him - particularly for this first meeting. As I entered the living room, I saw that Richard was sitting in an easy chair, sipping a glass of champagne. I walked over toward his chair, but didn't get too close. I was unsure what he wanted of me, and preferred to be safe rather than sorry. "Come over here in front of me and lift your skirt so I can see how you look," Richard ordered. I stopped about 3 feet in front of him and lifted the skirt. He sat there for a moment studying me, then nodded and told me to let my skirt down. "That's good, Michelle," he said. "From now on, when you're with me, you'll pay particular attention to your pussy hair for me. I want you to brush it often, like that. I like it to be brushed, on either side, away from the lips, so they are clearly visible. You have thick, luxurient hair there. |