It seemed well thought out to me, and something I could order myself. We all profited by safe trade. All in all, the requests were not overtaxing. The...y and we were new to this and many stayed their hand for the more pressing concerns. Others thought the celebration of more importance. To those, we participated fully. I was even dragged out for a choral by the demands of my wife. To the joy of everyone, they found me an imperfect singer. I allowed my wife her fun, it was good to see her honest. But I guess my charm finally paid off.It was 2AM. Oliver had put his number into my phone the day that we left for the shalis valley and now that we were all back home, I had finally gotten up the nerve to send him a text. I had been lounging in bed on my cotton floral bedspread, barely dressed and reading charles dickens 'great expectations' when the phone rang. I was surprised to hear his husky, exotic voice on the other end. We talked of many things, but the conversation eventually became. 50 and waited for her in a hidden place. Now she appeared dressed as instructed by me, but I was unsure of the underwear. I called her and put my phone to give my voice disguised. I told her I want to check whether she is wearing underwear or not. She said she is not wearing. But I wanted to enjoy her so I asked her to lift her saree and hold it till her waist until I instruct her. She was pleading but I reminded of her pics. The place I choose was secluded so no real worry of getting caught.. Look, you can keep me, I’ll do what you want.No this. Please. Let me out of this. Ha, yea, we can do whatever we want. I grabbed her hair and made a pony tail with a small part at the back of her head. Joan was red in the face and crying, blubbering. I enjoyed looking at her stupid face.Terry used a scissors and started to cut her hair down to the scalp.What are you doing. What is happening. No. OH NO.The hair fell off in clumps. Terry sprayed her shortly cropped hair with shaving.