I was going to show this man my very soul. I stood up and looked around, he got up and went out front to lock the front door to the shop, I was to tak... my knickers off when he was out of the room, but he was back in a flash and I had not even lifted the hem of my dress.I looked around half expecting a screen or something, but no, just two chairs and a table with all his tools laid out.Are you nervous he enquired, 'No, not really' trying to enforce the lie I told about my age. I lifted my dress. ? Who thinks this is appropriate treatment fora cunt???? All the boys, except two,cheered. (I?ll confess men, we had actually preparedthis vegetable ? we got the maggots, hollowed out some of the marrow, insertedthem and sealed it up again. It was our combined experience that allowed us tocome with refinements like this.? Inpractice it was bit fiddly but well worth it, I?m sure you agree, men?)? My red-lipped, handsome fucker, lent hiscane to the well-dressed young man who, being so utterly. Bob calmly showed him how to complete the cut and the pointed out the various organs that began spilling out of the carcass and into a gelatinous pile on the ground.It took Bob five full minutes to convince the girls to reach, grasp some ribs, and pull to open the cavity so Randy could finish reaching in to cut here and there, until, at last, the final bits fell with a splat on top of the others."I am not eating this deer," groaned Mallory."You might as well," said Bob. "You're earning the. Going North then on Highway 49 led us to Grass Valley, which at that time was still a modest country town largely serving the agriculture of the area. But as 49 rolled North out of Grass Valley, the hills rose higher around us, with the woods growing thicker along their slopes. Nevada City was nestled at the end of the Valley as the Sierra foothills reared up, snug in its old gold town glory from the days of ’49. After stopping for gas and a pee, we still followed 49, winding our way up into.