With a shrug she walked into the bedroom to change. As soon as she entered the bedroom she came to an abrupt stop. Lying on the bed was a long bamboo... cane, polished and shining dully in the low light. Next to the cane was a note. She kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed. Absently stoking the cane with her left hand she began to read.Good Evening Samantha,I’m out with friends and will not be home for dinner. In my absence, I would like you to shower and shave your pussy. You won’t like. “You may have noticed that I’m not of English ancestry. Traditionally, Kurds don’t have surnames. Mine was kindly provided to my parents by the INS. We should find out, though, if the senior Drucker is an immigrant from Germany, or if he has dual citizenship, and what his relationship is to Professor Schneider.” Gretchen opened her cell phone and began making inquiries at once. Fry checked in with his team in Indianapolis, but there was no new information available. He decided to check in with. I'm so fearful of making a mistake. We have come a long way since the night we met, haven't we?" Ginger, more and more, I realize we were meant to be together. So many good things have happened to us. Kiss me and we'll set aside this moment in time to remember for always."After the required dances with those of relatives and friends, I approached Lenora."Thank you for remembering me, Pete. I do love being a guest at weddings." Lenora, you are more than a guest. Ginger and I have had a most. She moves forward a step, regretting to loss of pleasure she feels in the sort term. Normally, he would have buried his face between her cheeks, and she would have gladly allowed him to do so. However, it is not time to allow him that pleasure – yet. Straightening up, she looks over her shoulder at him, and winks. She slowly walks over to the overstuffed chair that sits out at an angle to the sofa. She stands behind it, leans over the back and puts her hands on the arms. She is bent almost 90.