Each space had comfortable furnishings and complimentary mood lighting. I could feel my body relax as we turned into a cozy office.Still not speaking,...my psychic buddy gestured to a leather lounge chair. It never occurred to me to question his instructions. I sat and then sprawled out in its inviting repose. My mind lost any concept of time, so when he finally spoke I wasn’t sure if I’d been relaxing for seconds, minutes or hours.“You are much more than you appear,” he stated noncommittally.Me. . please..." Eric stuttered before receiving...and again, fumbling as he dropped the towel onto his lap."I'm sorry..." Carrie tried to apologize."No, no... It's no... not yo... your fa... fault," Eric continued tostutter as he picked up the towel."Alright, then... Let me know if there's anything else you need.Refreshments will be served shortly," Carrie giggled before turning herattention to the rest of the passengers.Eric had thought that the stewardess was somehow flirting with himthrough her. So she asked what would be the prize for winning. I said I will reveal at the end of the game. But confirmed that it would be within the limits. She hesitatingly started the game. She won the first round. I congratulated her and told that the prize is that I will shave her pussy. Her pussy was hairy and I liked them clean. She said that she removes her hairs from time to time. But hasn’t done from some time.She said that she uses the cream and enquired if I also had the cream. I told her that I. Petersburg. It was 10 pm. I took a cab and headed straight to Brunda’s restaurant.It was a Wednesday- a weekday and hence the restaurant wasn’t open till late. I reached there @10’45pm. I thought of pulling my Brunda’s leg. I bought an artificial wig and mustache and knocked on the restaurant door.A young guy told me from inside that the restaurant is shut. I pleaded to him, speaking in an American accent.Fed up, he called the manager- Brunda. She came up. The door was still locked. Looking at.