"Something to drink?" She asked, gently rubbing her arm with her hand."Sure." I have white wine and two cans of beer." White wine is fine," I replied ...entally kicking myself my making my words rhyme.Megan licked her lips again and thrust out her breasts. As she walked over to the counter to pour our drinks I noted she was wearing a light weight white sweater and jeans.Handing me a glass she indicated that I should sit on the couch. I did and she joined me, sitting thigh to thigh. Her shoe. " That's quite a hefty price" I protested.The man replied: "You want HEFTY balls, your pay hefty price - Take it or leave it!" I thought for a moment and then I said "I'll take it!" while thinking of "bulls" with over-sized balls.The following Friday, I went to the tavern at 4.00 p.m. The tavern owner led me to a back room. It was a small windowless room with a table in the centre, a chair, and a couple of glass tumblers on the table. As I waited, I thought of the squalid neighbourhood I. It got dirty like a normal house, it got cold in the winter, and stayed nice and cool in the summer. There was a storage place for food, but she had to replenish that herself. No magic there to fill the sacks and jars. While she had been remembering all that had led up to her being here right now, she had unpacked the haversack. She stored the potatoes, onions and carrots that had been left at the foot of the old oak. There had even been half a side of pork. She smiled, no doubt a gift from. “Just a little insurance, Betty. If you ever get stupid and cry **** they’ll ask you to describe my body, any birthmarks, what did my cock look like. This way you won’t be able to – and that means they won’t believe you!” Harry had come up with this explanation himself when he and I were fine-tuning our plan and I had to admit that it was a small piece of genius.Betty now had a 2″ wide strip of Duck tape preventing her seeing anything.“Now, stand up!” Betty tried but the room seemed to spin and.