‘Where would you like to go?’ I asked. ‘You decide. Pick me up at 6:30. Oh yea, have flowers.’ She gave me the address and the line was dead. ...s I approached her door, my thoughts raced from what she would be wearing to what I would say to sound clever. With a very fashionable bunch of tulips in my grasp, I decided I’d have to hug her because my palm was sweating profusely. I knocked on the door and without delay it opened. A smooth brown frame appeared from behind it. The image that I had. Hands roaming and groping up and down seeking bare skin. Your hips are pressing into mine I can feel you grinding into me. Right there in the middle of the street I’m making out with a stranger and somehow it just feels right. As wildly as we are going at each other I have enough of my head about me to know I want to find somewhere a little more private. Breaking the kiss and pushing you away from me I ask you to follow me. I take you into a park and a small grove of trees just across. In no time at all, we are getting into it again. I pull off her towel, revealing her breasts, which I had already become acquainted with, and her shaved pussy. I had never been with a shaved girl before. I guess this will be a first time for both of us. I start rubbing her soft clit with my fingers. She guides my hand with hers. She gets really moist, and I start fingering her. I can tell by her response that this is her first fingering experience. She unlocks lips with me, and. Especially with some of the cocktails of drugs that Master Flaherty has their brains stewing in. He can induce this perfect teachable fugue. Perhaps she is there.But there is something in her face beyond the soft confusion and vulnerability of those broken girls. That spark worries her. But Master always knows what he’s doing, and this girl will be no different. She’s a masterpiece, in fact.Toned and beautiful, soft breasts, childlike face, long thick hair, she is certainly a rich man’s dream..