His body no longer bore the scars of two wars, the Siple Island helicopter crash, or the Pahsimeroi Valley gunshot wound. His skin was smooth and unbl...mished, the skin of a mature male, firm and slightly textured. Despite his maturity, no hair remained anywhere on his body but for a cap of golden blonde hair on his head. His Scandinavian heritage gave him a fair complexion and blonde hair, but this was different. His new hair was more golden than blonde and it lay wavy and thick, closely upon. Amused, I smile softly and arch my back a little, hearing the bell ring once more.My distraction is interrupted by the sound of the heavy door opening; I feel my heartbeat change, small butterflies in my belly. What is ahead? Will I bear it with grace?I hear soft steps and little bells ringing with each step, slightly more sounds than mine. Are they connected to nipple chains, too, or perhaps on ankles?I sense a body close to mine once more and a gentle voice says:"I have been sent to prepare. I spun her around asking her to bend again and the string of the thong was tight up the crack of her arse and as I ran my hand up and down the crack I heard a faint murmur.She spun back around handing me the joint as I took a few shots of this final outfit, “What do you think?”she said looking for confirmation that she had spent my money wisely, I looked up at her telling her that every item was worth its weight in gold.Pip gathered up all her things and took them upstairs while I sorted out. She decided to speak directly. "If you want me to sleep in your bed, I will not object." You are trying, again, to pay me, with your body, for helping you?" You have been very kind to me, and you have asked me for nothing," she said. "But it is not necessary that you get -- nothing." You are not a whore," I said. "You do not need to pay, with your body, for anything that I have provided." But -- what if I do not object?" she said."No." You do not consider me attractive?" she said."Don't be.