"I love that both of you keep yourselves so trimmed. I wonder if you wouldn't shave my pussy for me?" My girl and I jumped up and pulled her into the ...athroom. I fired up the clippers so I could get all of the thick stuff out of the way while my girl ran to the kitchen to get us some water. I of course knew what she was after, but I didn't let her friend in on the plan. I managed to get her bush trimmed back enough that my girl would be able to finish the rest with a razor. She handed her. The screen was still dark. Bending his legs he sat down in the chair and it felt odd. There was no middle to the chair. It was almost as if it had been built without it. His cock and balls fell through the hole. He felt straps being placed around his wrists, elbows, knees, ankles, some one attached something around the collar that held his neck in place and a increase in pressure told him that some one had strapped the top of his head to the head of the chair. Finally a last strap was put. The bartender had considered Ferro's statement for a while."What's a geek?" he had finally asked."I'll trade an answer for an answer," Ferro had said. "You tell me why one eye is white and the other is yellow, and I'll give you the true insight into geekdom." Stupid trade unless you're an outsider, I guess. My yellow eye was a transplant purchased when I got an eye poked out before we were freed from the Hole. This is what I could afford and it still works. Your answer, please."His answer had. "You were wearing that same blue blazer the last time I saw you," Sally said. I stopped to chat with her, wanting to correct her about the blazer being the same one. "You were wearing a yellow jersey that your girlfriend gave you." You have a good memory. That was nearly two years ago. But that was three blue blazers ago," I informed her."I know that, silly. I remember the yellow jersey because you said your girlfriend gave it to you to wear a few times before she took it back to sleep in. You.