What made even Tomiko agitated wasn’t so much the defaced poster, which looked no better in situ than it did in the Penitence Club’s bar, but the ...ature of its defacement. In England, when a poster is pasted up which shows something a little bit risqué any later defacement makes it rather more obscene than it was before. A picture of naked or semi-clad woman are embellished with crude sketches of erect penises and scrawled over with juvenile obscenities. But this defacement was of quite a. “Can you buy meatloaf?” Chom asked deciding that there might be some merit to earning a bit of money.Upon hearing that dreaded word, meatloaf, Sean ran off towards the woods with a hand over his mouth. Watching him go, Pip asked, “What’s the matter with him?”“I don’t know,” Chom said. He listened for a minute and then commented, “The noises he is making aren’t natural.”“I don’t know what he’s doing, but I can smell it from here,” Pip said wrinkling his nose.“It sure smells bad,” Chom said. No ,nothing else would be needed ....perhaps a change of clothes for the journey home next day ,because I had no intention of going home ,in fact it went without saying ,there was no rush .Texting he assured me that my pussy would be abused and he hoped I was ready for him ,and of course anyone else I wanted ,mmmmmmm.I shaved my pussy and moisturised after my long soak in the bath ,I liked to make sure I was ready for swinging ,which meant I had to be just right or I wouldn't feel comfortable. If I told him the truth, he might throw meout. Yet what lie could I tell him that would plausibly explain mycondition?By the time I had summoned up the courage to turn the key in the lock andenter our apartment, I still I had no idea of what to say. Graeme tookone look at me, gathered me up in his strong arms and held me while Isobbed uncontrollably. He made soothing noises, but made no attempt toask why I was so distressed, bless him.It was only after my crying had subsided and he had brought.