Is it actually possible for a girl to rape a guy? I'm wondering while I look at Jason lying on the bed. Not with him, anyway, he doesn't exactly look as if he doesn't enjoy the moment.
A thought crosses my mind. I get out some rope from my backpack, grab one of Jasons wrists and tie it to the bed. The little resistance he musters is quickly subdued when I grab his balls and tug on them.
"Easy, Jason. It won't hurt. Just relax." It might hurt your pride, though, is what I'm thinking.
When he's properly tied up, spreadeagled, I head for the bathroom again to fetch the razor and the shaving foam.
"I 'ave always found it to be unfair that guys expect us girls to shave, but never think of doing it themselves."
He's rolling his eyes, raising his head to stare at his private parts, already nicely foamed.
"Too bad I 'ave only one of those super secure Gilette-thingies. Would be more of a thrill if it were just a blade, now wouldn't it? Especially since I 'ave never used one of those before, let alone on a guy." I grin at him and laugh out loud when I see that the mere thought of me going down on him with a blade drains the blood from his cock.
I must say, a guy is more difficult to shave than a girl, but he's smooth and hairless soon enough.
"Looks much better. What do you think? Methinks your cock likes it too."
And then it's crazy wild sex until it's time to get dressed for dinner. And the thought that this might be the last time in my life I am having crazy wild sex on my own free will never enters my mind.