"We'll talk about that later, now just get dressed."Cindy tried to do some fast talking on the drive home, but I shushed her. "I'm too angry and surpr...sed right now. You will fare much better if we talk about this tomorrow. Right now, I'm getting you two home and to bed."Frankly, I was angry with myself. My wife and I were responsible for both of these girls, our own, of course, but also Angie on a temporary basis. Angie's parents were out of the country, in Ukraine, trying to adopt a younger. I'd have to sit topee from then on as well.My feet were in four inch stiletto shoes, shiny black patent and they werelocked onto my tender feet with a strap and tiny padlock. I couldn't movethem as they were lashed to the frame with tape.I looked at my painted face, my bright red, glossy lips, the tattooedeyebrows, shaped exquisitely framing my tinted eyelids and artificiallylong permanent lashes. I looked like a tart, the blusher also permanentmaking me look as if I was embarrassed, perhaps I. Then it’s a matter of fighting fatigue and getting in a steady, manageable rhythm.’ He paused. ‘And managing her pleasure.’ He watched her ponder what that meant and took a moment to adore her. ‘She’s so cute,’ he thought, ‘but not ‘cute’ – cute. She’s the adorable but sexy cute – sultry and charming, totally hot and yet with a smile that says ‘I’m the sweetest girl in the entire world.’ She’s elegant and loveable and down to earth. That has to be a fundimental contradiction somehow. And she’s. His pulse quickened. Could it be the rara avis? he wondered. He pressed on toward the tantalizing flash of motion, progressing slowly so as not to disturb his feathered quarry. He saw a flicker of motion again, just up ahead. Clutching his camera, he softly parted the remaining stand of high grass and gasped in amazement.There on the ground before him Pudsdale saw not the purple woodcock but a beautiful naked blonde. She was lying on her back, her large breasts pointed toward the sun, her thick.