I sent her quick email back and said I'd be there at 7:30.When the appointed hour arrived, the feeling of nervousness had only reached a crescendo. I ...didn't think I would even be able to get it up, much less please this woman. What if the picture was a fake? What if she was a transvestite or something? My mind was racing."John?" I heard her voice behind me. I gulped, and turned around. There she was, as alluring as the picture. Her hair was wavy and down to her shoulders. She wore bright red. Her garter belt was made of pink ribbons and bows that held up thigh-high hose covered with little pink hearts. Her left was violet, the right purple. She wore a golden girdle with pink heart ornaments, and her ring of diamond had a gold bead in its setting.Alfred's awe grew each time he'd seen her. Her figure and face were now just about perfect for a girl about 12-years old.The green girl who'd been standing in front of the princess carefully lowered the books on her own head."I would guess. My attention is rewarded when your entire body jerks against the restraints as the clippers hum to life. I lay the vibrating trimmers against the skin of your inner thigh and you become rigid. Your chest heaves as your breathing becomes ragged. You have no idea exactly what is sending the tiny vibrations across your most sensitive areas, only that the sensations are there. With my free hand, I grasp the pubic hair you are now sporting and pull it firmly away from your skin. As the clippers. The truth was, if I’d gotten to know him as a person, I might have backed out. I wasn’t looking for a friend, just someone to fill my cunt with a good, hard cock. He finally got the door open, fumbling with his keys, over eager to get me inside, pushing the door closed and setting home the dead bolt behind us."Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.I shook my head, pushing myself up on my toes, my mouth open in invitation, reaching up, my hand behind his neck as I pulled his face to mine,.