Said happenings had to do with the canned peaches coloured nail polish brush Seven wielded in his left hand, the very brush that expertly slashed acro...s her toenails; not even a single drop of paint marred her skin. It was times like these that reminded Sophie that Seven was a robot. If it had been any other ordinary man, she would have guessed half of her foot to be covered in nail polish and the bottle to have been knocked over and leaking its content all over the countertop. Seven's spare. One might describe his package as almost a perfectly formed penis; circumcised with a nicely formed mushroom head seven inches in length, approximately one inch in diameter and two perfectly formed large orbs at its base. Several veins were visible on the shaft which would add to the pleasure of a female once inside her.He approached the side of the bed where she was sitting. She was fixated on his manhood never having seen one before in person. Noticing her fascination, he told her she could. ‘Thank you, Mr. St. Claire,’ Elizabeth said, and she dropped a slight curtsy. She watched him through her eyelashes, noticing how confident he looked as he stood there. He borders on being arrogant, she thought, immediately feeling irritated. ‘Please, call me Gerard,’ he said, bowing. ‘And hello to you, Theodore,’ he said, extending his hand to her brother. ‘I wonder, young man, if I may borrow your sister for a little while?’ Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow, wondering what in the world this man. 00, less than halve.I told my husband I thought he sounded oldish, but he just laughed and said wishful thinking, so when I rang the doorbell and he opened it, both of us thought we had the wrong door.He was old, very old and as I fumbled for the right words to explain who we were, he just said, 'It's all right dear, I know who you are, come in', and we did.The house was dark and damp, it smelt old, cluttered and a tad on the dirty side.He was alone, widowed for some thirty years he said, and.