My Dream pt 3

Saturday started normally with Sydney cleaning the house. Each Saturday that we were home on the weekend Sydney always cleaned the house from top to bottom. I tried to help at first but Sydney said it was woman's work and if I wanted something to do I should find a man's job. Saturday was the day I washed the truck and cleaned up outside the house.

Saturday afternoons usually found us out by the pool soaking up some sun. This Saturday the air was too cool and we spent the afternoon in the house going over our plans for the trip. At two in the afternoon Sydney decided that she need to wax her legs. This also meant it was time for me to remove any pubic hair that might have grown since my last denuding.

I had grown to like being hairless around my crotch, as it felt cleaner. Now that I had all the hair removed on a regular basis. Sydney decided I should wax the fuzz as well. The first time Sydney pulled the wax strip off my balls I thought she had castrated me. Now that I had it done several times it wasn't as bad. Sydney not only did her legs and her crotch but she also did her tummy her chest and her arms. When she was done it was my job to rub her down with body oil to sooth the skin. I loved my job.

At five o'clock I told Sydney it was time to get in the shower. Sydney rushed into the bathroom as if her ass was on fire. By the time I got into the bathroom Sydney was filling the enema bags. She douched, as she called it, any chance she could get so she would always be ready for anything I might want. I did much the same as I love when Sydney made love to me on the spur of the moment.

After a proper cleaning and a shower I shaved while Sydney dried her long brown hair. When I finished shaving I left Sydney in the bathroom and went into the bedroom where I took the dress-box from my closet and placed it on the bed. I also took out the shoes but left the pearl choker and the tennis bracelet in my dresser draw.

When Sydney came out of the bathroom she immediately saw the dress-box on the bed. This was the sign she was waiting for, because she knew that she could now look at the dress she would be wearing. But she stopped short from opening it and asked, "Is it okay if I look? I need to see it so I know how to do my make up and my hair."