The next Saturday she greeted me at the door. Naked. With her pussy shaved bald. This was 1977, and you didn't see that, not even in magazines. We had...joked about it. I'd told her she would look cute like that. She'd said I was a dirty old man, because her chest was flat. It wasn't, but close. "Do you like it?" she asked, giving herself a feel. Even just standing there it was apparent she'd just had her bald beaver stuffed. I dragged her into the bedroom, and not by her hair. I spread her legs. She said that she had planned the night before hand and was hoping I’d go along with it, but there was something that she didn’t tell me right away. She felt now was a good time, as we had both enjoyed it. She told me that while she was at work that day, she noticed that her friend was more talkative than usual and he was asking all types of questions about her. Common questions, how long have you been married, do you have k**s, what’s your husband like. Then she said it got more personal. . The waitress arrives in a cute leather outfit that accentuates rather than hides her female charms. Paul orders, a fruit platter, oil and ice. He also whispers a quick request in the girl’s ear and she answers ‘Of course sir.’ As she goes to leave she stops by Cassie. There is a slight pause then she quickly removes the plug. Cassie jumps at her touch and then swoons as her ass is once again stretched. It is over before she knows it and the girl is gone. Cassie feels Paul’s hand on her face, he. The castle was on the other side of the moat. The walls were high and thick and the great door was tightly secured in its niche in the wall. No grappling hook could overcome the overlay of stone that protected the top of the door.Something about the castle wall made Pardin's skin crawl. The wall, made of the same cut stone as the fine houses behind him, had an unnatural feeling to it that made him want to rub his skin clean. As Shmor explained, around the walls was a spell that rebuffed the.