Evans would show up. “Okay Kalynn, you need to listen, and follow all the instructions, that Mr. Evans gives you, and don’t worry about a thing it...will all be fine, your Mom and I will make sure of that”. I looked at him and smiled, I believed him something in his voice assured me of that. He told me that he would be at his house and the tests, shouldn’t take no more than two hours. He would come over after it was all done. Mr. Walker, got up ready to leave, that was when the knock came. He. The clearing it which it stood, was worn through ages of activity; fire-ashes were still evident. A small crude table, long anchored into the ground, still survived. One could conjure up all manner of things past.“How long has it stood here Guy?”“Depends who you ask, but at least a couple of hundred years. It has a chequered history; religion, war and witches. What you might expect really Shelia.”“Can you get inside it at all?”“The hall is bolted up but the little tower you can,” said Guy as he. But continued. Suddenly a liquid forcibly comes out of her pussy. It is juices. She drags my head to her cunt… and she seems to be tired. Her juice is on my face. She cleaned it in her hand. She asked she is lost her strength want some more milk for strength. I am also tired. I asked her to clean at once. So I take my dress to clean myself. But she told me to stay nude in her house nobody will come. I agreed. She put her hand on my right breast and pressed and told thanks dear. I saved all for. It’s being shot in Tuscany. Starts next week. Need a personal photographer. Interested?I leave the phone next to the sink, then pad my way to the living room to stand in front of a floor-to-ceiling wall of glass, naked. The drapes are pulled wide-open and I press my forehead to the window, legs spread, hands stretched out above me like I am preaching to a crowd. My tits, my cunt, my body, me… bare for all of Manhattan to witness. Twenty-two stories below, a cab lurches to a stop nearly hitting.