<strong>Emma on the table. </strong><br/><br/>She felt the restraints go down he leg. She was getting used to him restraining her, she didn't like it, but she was getting used to it. She watched from behind the mask as he moved her hands over her head once again. She heard the click and knew she was locked in place.<br/><br/>Emma sighed as he ran his fingers down her body, each section begging for his touch. The click and release of the belt, she almost smiled as it came off. It was a relief no to have that thing binding her. She began to gr set once more as he took the stirrups and moved them further apart, exposing her for his viewing.<br/><br/>She could not see what he was doing, just hearing the clinking of something against glass. Her gaze focused onthe ceiling since the mask gave her little movement for anything.<br/><br/>She felt a coolness on her pussy as he lathered her up. She knew now what he was  about to do. Her body tensed fretting tha he might cut her. She didn't have to be told not to move, she was as still as a statue. she gripped her hands into fists, worried he might nick her, something she prayed wouldn't happen.<br/><br/>She felt the blade on her skin, and stayed there motionless. Emma felt the cold blade flick back and forth with precision strokes. She barely breathed as he continued to shave her clean. Emma was quite surprised that he didn't nick or cut her at all. Sure once or twice he dipped one end into her sex for good measure, but he was very meticulous when it came to that razor.<br/><br/>As he finished she sighed, feeling like she could move once more. She figured it was over and he was done, so why wasn't he releasing her? Maybe he would fuck her right there. Then she heard a door open and wondered who was entering now.