"You've done it again. I'll never go to another hairdresser!" I hope not!" Karen laughed. "Can I send one of these home with you?" Oh YES," I said wit... enthusiasm. I could hardly wait to try it out myself for Friday evening. I just knew Mark was going to be blown away!I'd also managed to book a manicure and pedicure on short notice - grooming that I always did myself. Karen worked on my feet first until the skin was nice and smooth and nails trimmed, then she started on my hands. "You're. At the tender age of eighteen, she was the village archery champion, a proud huntswoman granted the title of ‘Triltrist’ meaning ‘True Shot’. Not yet bedded by any man, the only sex she had known was inside the fond embraces of her slightly older stepsister, Keldeharn.They shared a small bed in their family hut, the long dark nights of winter made pleasurable by probing exploratory digits as they fingered one another to climax. Sharn loved the sensation of kissing her sister's clit, licking her. We decided to hire some junior sales people to cover the small stores, and contractors with a goal for them to stop by at least once a quarter. If we paid them a salary to meet with the existing accounts, and then a commission on any new business they closed, they could make more than a decent living. We could train them, and then let them take over a territory. Stick would make calls, and oversee the crew, and I'd manage the big accounts. That would free up my time, and allow me to put out. When my father decided it was time for me to have a tutor I was worried, but I soon found out that I had nothing to fear from him. He was a young priest, looking even younger than what his years must have been, lean, tall, dark-haired, mild-voiced, mild-mannered, mild-faced, and dressed in a black cassock. A castrato, as fit his profession, but, except for his melodious soprano voice, showing nothing of the physical features, softness, flabbiness, obesity, that are generally believed to go with.