I think each name needs to be short, to the point and clearly understandable. Does that sound like a good idea, a little friendly competition with no ...avesdropping by the Tontos outside their own humans?"Tonto replied, "Are you not concerned that such competition might lead to a harsher rivalry and perhaps hard feelings, even anger. I would not wish to start a war over something so trivial and human history is rife with bloody massacres fought over less." It's time for another lesson in. My name would be mud, and my parents would make my life a misery, if I was used once and thrown away and discarded. I need someone like Gae - mature, forceful and knowledgeable - to tell me what to do. I experienced an orgasm when you kissed me the other day Gae. I haven't been given one by Bill for a few years."I need someone who Gae will share me with - someone else, someone special, someone hard - preferably a male who presses my buttons, whether I agree to having them pushed or not. My. " She laughed. "Don't worry; mommy is going to take care of all that nasty hair down there." Please, don't shave my bush. Please Grace, I mean mistress. Please." Grace begged. "I don’t everything you asked."Mom had already snipping on her pussy hairs and giving them to Paul to put in a container as a souvenir for her. While she started shaving the stubs still sticking our, she told me to puck all those nasty hairs off her asshole which I did with much pleasure. Grace would yell with each pull. If this was life on the farm, I’m leaving the city ASAP.Linda Lou stopped by where I was sitting and checked that I still had beer, leaning over with her big bazooms swinging. I got a good shot of her jungle crotch growth and wondered how Ole Bill ever found where to put his pecker. “Is yer pecker feelin better now? We alles want our guests ter be relaxed.”I found my vocal chords and said, “I sure as hell am.” I didn’t know what else to say. I went to find Ole Bill.He greeted me with, “If’n yew.