Fiona led us along a passageway and into a small room with a second door opposite the entrance. She beckoned me over to this door, opened it and called out: "Got another four for you, Pamela. Here`s the first."
She pushed me in and closed the door after me. I still had my hands on my head, and, of course, I was still naked, although my erection had subsided.
"You can take your hands down," said Pamela. "I bet your arms are aching by now."
I lowered my hands to my sides and said: "Thank you, Miss."
"Oh, how polite," said Pamela. "I like that."
I looked round the room and realised there was no barber`s chair. But there was a long wooden board - set on two trestles - with leather straps and buckle fastenings.
"You aren`t here for a haircut," Pamela informed me. "This is the pubic-shaving stage of your processing."
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