Finally she spoke.
“Open your eyes, dear.”
Amy forced herself to obey and recoiled in shock as a razor snicked open not six inches from her face.
“Master prefers his girls hairless. So he can see what he’s f*****g, he says, but it’s hygienic as well. So up on tiptoe and spread your legs, and don’t move or you may have more than one slit down there.”
On tiptoe she desperately tried to still her shivering body, feeling cold, sharp steel running repeatedly over the most intimate part of her. But the girl was good at her job and in only a minute, Amy felt her fingers sliding gently over her newly bald crack, feeling for any remaining hairs. She felt the intensity of the girl’s scrutiny and it made her struggle again against the ropes, but to her surprise the lips of her p***y felt heavy a
