"You have indulged me so shamelessly already," she began. "Would you grant meone more request?" I can't imagine not giving you anything you asked for,... I responded.She squeezed my thigh and smiled coyly at that."I may remind you of those words at a later time," she trilled. "It's justthat... well, this whole outfit is so perfect, from the skin out ? except forone little detail." What would that be, Baby?" I inquired."I know this sounds petty," she continued, "but it really deserves a red. If we needed an encore, we would do the Easybeats ones again.We spent the morning working on those; I experimented with the different guitars, working out what sounded better for each song. I christened the rebuilt new one ‘Blackie’ – for obvious reasons, and the original red one was called ‘Bluey’.“Why Bluey?” Gunter asked.“Because that’s the nickname you give a redhead,” I replied.He just shook his head, muttering how he would never understand how Aussies spoke.By lunchtime we had decided to. Naked, of course. I think now that she must have been a recent present to the Bey.Naked, slim, fair-skinned, small-breasted. All her hair was shorn, on her body and her head, even her eyebrows and her eyelashes. Both her arms were cut off at her shoulders. Her lips and her labia were sewn shut. She did not look deformed, though, the amputations and the sewing had been done carefully, with attention to her delicate beauty. She reclined, almost comfortably it seemed, utterly immobile, with one. When I took her left tit in to my mouth, she shivered and pulling my hair down. I was not able to move my head with breathlessness, and tried to apply my right hand to the right tit and pulled deliberately till she loosens grip on my head. First time she moaned for a long with relaxed meaning. Now her legs are apart and I m able to see her love hole area freely, but covered with black hair, looks like she has not shaved for months.(I came to know after the session that she has not shaved her.