She was as close to perfect as any woman I had ever seen.Tearing myself away, I moved around to the back. She was just as sexy from the rear. Her ha...r swayed sexily down her spine. Her shoulder muscles strained as she hung by her wrists. And then there was her arse. Firm, taut, petite. Her arsehole seemed to wink at me every time she tried to get some purchase on the floor. I was mesmerised for a moment and forgot what I was there to do. Everything seemed silent ….I awoke from the. The buttocks, with their red mark, are kept entirely out of shot. This example proves, I think, the imperfections can sometimes be hidden on the body of a truly skilled model, but in many cases it is simply impossible. One must select one’s models carefully. According to my notebook I have seen 1568 girls over the past twenty years. 978 blondes, 57 redheads, 533 brunettes. If any man in this city wishes to buy underwear for his wife, I will probably have a record of her vital dimensions, along. But it was so...different. It was easier.But my curiosity at all the strange, drove me to point at the sinuous fibers and ask, “What are those?”“Rope,” Willa said. “What do you mean we were cruel?”“That's what King Triton says.”“King Triton?” Kolin glanced at his wife. “Who's that?”“Our King and my father,” I answered. “He will be so mad if he knew I was up here. He forbade any mermaids from approaching humans. We have to listen to him.”“He? Is he...a mer, um, merman?”I nodded my head. “The. We had never shared the same bed, but we had slept on the couch together many, many times before. She said she was still scared and did not want to sleep alone. She asked if I would sleep with her in her bed. Strange choice, since I had a king size bed and she only had a twin. But she was scared and needed me so I agreed.We crawled under the cover, she had a nighty on, a short one, and I had a t-shirt and boxer shorts on. Our legs touched each other when we got in the bed. Yeah, sure our bodies.