Cynthia didn't care about size; she just loved a good boner and a heavy hit of cocaine. To her, a cock was a cock, especially when the drug had her squirting in waves. On our next visit, I said, "Rob, it's time to settle the score. It's your ass this time." He kept his balls and cock shaved all the time now. I looked at Cynthia. "Can you shave his ass and make it smooth?" "Yep, I can do that," she smirked. We were all nud...