She smiled down at me, turned around a little, and poking out her backside she lifted up her skirt to flash me her ass, with her pussy just visible. �...��Like this?” she asked. “Perfect!” I grinned back at her, with my cock now clearly hardening and emerging from the bubbles. Looking back to the bar I could see that Cheryl was wearing a broad smile, having watched the whole scene.I rejoined Cheryl at the bar for a drink and we quickly became reengaged in our conversation. Like Cathy, she was also. The apron didn’t cover the nipples that were a perfect point to the shape of her small breasts. It didn’t cover her hard, firm ass. Her ass cheeks were smaller than my hands, way less than a handful. Her muscular legs allowed her to almost glide across the floor. As I have said before, she moved like a feline pit bull.Those nice legs went all the way up to her voluptuous labia and her wisp of blond pubic hair. WHAT!?!? She had pubic hair! She never had pubic hair. But there it was, clear as. At the same time his lips thickened,his cheekbones became more pronounced and his eyes seemed larger. Hishair had started growing quickly, and soon it was several inches down hisback, while his shaving razor remained forgotten in his pack, unusedsince he'd left the palace.At first Fergus attributed the changing tastes of modern youth. In hisday the idea of a rough, brooding adventurer had set any woman's heart onfire. The world was a bit tamer now, in no small part due to his work, soperhaps. Tears were forming. “I’m sorry, Mr Buckhouse. I had no idea how much that would hurt.” “Indeed, Miss Jones. Well, let me tell you that I wasn’t surprised by how much that hurt you. You really are a stupid girl. Smashing my window, smoking dope and now disobeying me! Surely you know about the cane’s reputation?” “Well yes, but I thought it was all a bit of an exaggeration! Shows how wrong you can be, I suppose!” “Yes. However, it doesn’t alter anything, Miss Jones. I said it was knickers off if.