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ll the questions that swirled
about in his mind. But deep inside he wasn't sure he wanted to
know the answers. As Jennifer began to wash his defenceless
body he realized how helpless he was. If they wanted to diaper
him, there would be little he could do to prevent it.
Misaki Ito left no crevice, no private place untouched and did not
dry him, leaving him to shiver in the cool air. He began to shiver
more from fear than cold after he saw the straight-edged razor in
her hand. He had to close his eyes while the sharp blade and Misaki's
lathered hand made alternating sweeps across his flesh. Misaki Ito
worked downward from his neck and each time Misaki Ito used the
sponge to wash away the residual lather and the few hairs that
escaped the razor he felt more and more naked. By the time Misaki Ito
got to his groin he was crying for Misaki's to stop but Misaki Ito ignored him.
When Misaki Ito told him to part his legs some more or have them
secured that way he cooperated, sensing the futility of resistance.
He clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain still
while the cold steel scraped around his penis and scrotum.
Jennifer was shaving away more than body hair; his very
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