Do you shaved there Peter?” .Lucy asked “Yes.” I shyly answered. Rose piped in, “I thought he was just very blond there and we couldn’t see ...air. I keep myself smooth too!” The group laughed at her frankness and I smiled too.. Nancy asked further, “His penis seems to point to one side too, kind of left.” Lucy explained, “That is common as well. Men are not perfectly symmetrical nor are women. For instance our breasts are not the same size nor do they usually hang exactly the same.” I felt. “I’m sorry sir, it isn’t what you think.I promise.”He strikes a match and lights the candles on his bedside table, giving you pause as to why he didn’t just turn on a light.Through the candlelight you see his featured, a bearded, middle-aged looking man with very pale looking skin and dark, his ruby red eyes send chills down your spine just looking at them, they look worn out, with dark circles.His hair is brunette and slicked back neatly.You notice the pallid color of his lips.Something. All I wanted was music, people around me and several glasses of wine in me.It was a Friday around eleven at night when I arrived. The place was pretty busy with the local youths at the bar. I ordered wine and sat down at a table far away from them. With my wine,I got a small bowl of nuts which I picked from. People were dancing and having fun and I felt a bit strange all by myself. The wine did make me feel better and after a few more glasses I got up and began to sway to the music. It felt. “Don’t think of anything else right now. Just feel and trust me. I won’t hurt you.”Connie’s mind begins to race as she offers her leg to the rope binding that the man has created. This is obviously something he has planned as everything seems to be ready already. Perhaps mistaking the tremor in her limb for strain, he knots the rough rope firmly, but not overly tight, crawling over her bound leg to secure the other. The stiff nudge of his erection against her knees is an instantaneous.