”“I have just the thing for that,” she said and walked over to another cabinet then returned with a joint and a bottle of Fireball. We also had...another pitcher of vodka drinks so she got in the sleeping bag, fired up the joint and handed it to me while she poured us each a Fireball. “To my new special friend,” she said.“To my special new friend,” I replied and sipped the spiced whiskey. We sat back on the sofa, smoking weed, drinking and started to get quite tipsy.She said, “Fuck Tony, I. Brian fillingmy virgin pussy with his love cream and Mike sending his hot creamy cum deepinto my ass.After they came, they each pulled out of their respective holes and lookeddown at the bitch that had served them, cum dripping from her every orifice,a pleased expression having appeared on their faces. Playing the role I hadbeen given to the fullest, I crawled up to each one and proceeded to sucktheir cocks dry, making sure that their knees were on the verge of givingout before stopping. By now. “This has to go,” he says. Now, I know we discussed this between us many times, and you were always reluctant to shave or wax your pussy, but if you want this to continue, you mustn’t protest. He beckons the nurse who is already preparing her tools, and she pushes a cart closer to the chair. You feel her applying a thick, warm paste to the line of your hair below your belly, and then she pulls hard and rips the hair out. It hurts, but you know better than to cry out. You wriggle on the chair. " Between the verses, she'd blow me a kiss to the delight of thepatrons. Even in a moment of sincerity, she worked her audience.After the song, the patrons turned to me and applauded."What would you like me to play, Steve?" she asked as the audience urgedme on.I wrote a note on a napkin with a pen supplied by the bartender who inturn gave it to one of the waitresses who delivered it. She looked at itand sighed. "Are you sure, it's kind of a sad song?"I nodded. She then began to play "What's.