<strong>Mordecai with Emma  waiting for Helen</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai let her settle on the exam table before he placed restraints on her thighs, legs and ankles. He moved to her side stroking along her leg. The cuffs locked on her chastity belt was next. He used the chain to lift her arms back over her head. His other hand cupping her breasts.<br/><br/>"Yes, just like that," He said in a deep voice as he locked her chains on the ring.<br/><br/>Her arms on either side of her mask and stretched so that she arch slightly. Pushed out her breasts for his pleasure. He touched her as his fingers moved all the way down to her chastity belt. Unbuckling it and moving the belt off her so that her belly and her cunt was fully exposed.<br/><br/>Mordecai came round between her legs and stopped to appraise her. He shook his head and opened her wider by moving the stirrups out until she was completely open. It was then that he reached for the cup with the shaving brush.<br/><br/>Stirring it rapidly, expertly to lather while she watched. He did not speak but watched her body. Letting her guess what he would do to her. Wanted to do to her. Would do to her often while she lay helpless waiting for him to do this to her needing and hating it.<br/><br/>With a decent amount of cream on the soft bristles he pressed the along the fur of her mound. Painting her with the shaving cream as if she had a layer of snow on her. He set that thought aside for winter. Or the summer and the snow cone machine he hadn't used in two years.<br/><br/>The cup on the tray. He removed the razor. The old style. He opened it and reached for the leather strap. Something he would use on her sometime but for now it was to sharpen the razor. So very very sharp. His hand scraping the blade back and forth across the strap until it was ready.<br/>His hand on her belly.<br/><br/>"Don't move." He warned and pressed the sharp edge to her velvet.<br/><br/>Short strokes. The towel over his shoulder. Wiping the razor on it before moving back to her. Shaving her pussy. Touching. Squeezing. Manipulating her folds. Shaving into her sex. Dipping the blunt end of the instrument into he slit from time to time and stirring. Getting her wet while he shaved her bare, revealing her to the most causal observer.<br/><br/>He heard the door to the exam room open just as he was finishing. He knew it would be Helen. Her duty to implant the chip into Emma's ovary. Yes. He wanted to watch that procedure as well.<br/><br/>Mordecai's hand scraping along Emma cunt. "You may now moved your hips if you wish bitch."<br/><br/>