Jared cupped Charlotte's breast with a gloved hand. The latex wet with her juice and the lather of the shaving cream. The palm cold over the arch of her ripe young melon. A thumb and fingers pinching and tugging her gathered tit.<br/><br/>The steel unforgiving blade scraped across her mound once more. Her bare path widened the center strip bordered by white hills of foam. He made another pass with the flat of the blade thru the bare flesh.<br/><br/>She was so open. Defenseless. Eager. It was all he could do to keep his focus and not ram his pulsing cock into her right then and there.  He held back and pressed the blade to the next line of foam along her pelvic arch. His eyes hot with that hunger. It rippled thru him as his loins coiled expectantly.<br/><br/>Slow short strokes to make the pleasure of shaving her. Removing her covering. Exposing her sensitive pussy, her female delights for all to see. He wanted her to know by a simple movement of his hand whenever he wish her vestige of womanhood would be revealed.  A slip of his fingers and her clit and pussy lips would present to a stranger who wondered, or a conductor who might wish her to audition.<br/><br/>But none would have her.  Let her fear that. It would keep her anxious and excited later. She might be relieved when he refused to allow it and wanting his touch which he would deny.<br/><br/>Yes, he mused as the dull flat wiped across her. The blade turned, edge on flesh again.  His hand moved to her other breast as he began this next and last swipe.<br/><br/>The white gone but for one or two spots. He wiped the blade on the towel once again.  It folded on itself, the sharp edge encased in the handle. He brushed the handle along her slit.<br/><br/>Teasing her a little longer.  The hand to her breasts traveling down her body to rest on her bare mound. His thumb slipping over the side to swirl her hard clit.<br/><br/>"You may not cum without permission dear Charlotte," He told her trying to bring her to an orgasm.<br/>