I discarded it in the stall and went commando the rest of the day.The workweek dragged by, slowly. My mind raced to whatever would happen in the weeke...d. I did not know what to expect and Richard, on purpose, did not tell me anything. I wondered if he went on his own shopping spree, but dared not ask him.Friday evening finally arrived and I left work early. My purchases loaded on my pickup truck, I drove to the ranch we had in the hill country, outside San Antonio. I seldom went there, it was. I wanted to see the stars in real life as they would look far better than the photographs in the book. I think it was November time when the stars would be at their brightest. I needed to get well away from the artificial lights of our town.For a couple of months, I got a temporary job at a furniture-making factory. Nothing clever, just basic labouring. I actually quite liked it. Around mid-November, the job came to an end. By then I had read a great deal about the stars and I even had maps. ‘Ye must be the lassie that keeps this place. D’ye have use for a player of happy songs and a teller of funny stories?’ The man asked with a deadpan serious look on his face and no humor at all in his voice. Artemas didn’t know what to make of the man’s expression and couldn’t tell if he were joking or not. She blinked a few times in confusion before answering. ‘Uh, let me hear one of your tunes so I can decide.’ The minstrel nodded gravely and sat down on one of the benches. He extracted a. Imagine the scene as it was described to me. Mary, a buxom red-head naked in the bath and my wife wearing only a bra, knickers, suspender belt and stockings washing Mary from head to toe but, as she admitted, spending most of the time on her tits and her pussy. By the time that she got Mary out of the bath Anne’s undies were soaked both inside and out and Mary had come at least twice.Once out of the bath Anne’s next job was to shave Mary’s pussy. As Anne helped Mary up onto the treatment table.