Ana makes a small sound in the back of her throat, even as his finger moved causing her head to travel with him, her breaths coming in ragged bursts.<br/><br/>The light colored down covering and hiding her sex is stroked, her hips thrusting forward lightly as her bodies desperate attempt for the touch it so desperately needed. Her mind was growing fainter and fainter as her body succombs to the desires he seemed to call forth from her core, the overwhelming desire to please him battering down the wildly panicked mind.<br/><br/>When his finger moves from her mouth, Ana whimpered and panted lightly, her lips remaining parted even as his tongue laves across hers. She started to raise her hands, seeking his horrifying, heated, wonderful touch yet his command stopped her.<br/><br/>Without hesitation her hand falls to her pussy, her fingers curling into the blonde curls there, tightly gripping a ragged handful. She pulls, using only her hands to try and divest of the hair that so vexed her Master, the sensitive flesh on her mound stretches, the roots of the short hairs reluctant to part with the flesh they grew from. Tears sprang to her eyes as finally the first fistful came loose, her hands uncurling to allow the hairs to fall upon the deck, then she returned to start the process over. The first couple of handfulls only had tears falling from her eyes as the pulled hair caused them to sting, but by the third handful cries were being uttered as the flesh began to redden from the abuse, and the tender flesh revolted from the slow painful removal of her hair.<br/><br/>Once she got to the last handful, her sex was swollen, reddened and glistening with her own excitement. Even the pain of pulling her pubic hairs from her own body did not dampen the constant need that roiled within her.