Once he had laid the items on the table, Peter moved to Susan’s side, and looked directly at her. “It seems that you don’t like the idea of what... you think is about to happen.” he said matter-of-factly. Susan spoke for the first time since she had entered the room, “Are you going to shave me down there?” she asked trembling. “Yes,” he replied simply, “I’m about to shave your pubic hair.” “But why?” Susan stammered, hearing the shaking nervousness in her own voice. “Because it makes you. On her feet she wore a pair of thongs which she kicked off when she entered my apartment.Her smile beamed as she exclaimed "Oh wow ... you have a beautiful place here".I showed her through to my study nook where my MAC destop sat of the desk. It had a massive 27 inch screen which impressed her enormously.I got her to sit with me in front of the screen as I showed her the templates that I had setup for our yearbook. I showed her how to use the software and she picked up using it very quickly. In. I’d be very curious to see how I and other women look when we pull a train and get fucked half to death. I like that expression that Jon introduced me to there, that he found on those story sites... ‘pulled a train.’ It sounds very hot that way, for some reason, you know, kinky and wild, unstoppable, inevitable, just like a train!“You can’t stop this locomotive, can you? Also reminds me of that Kylie Minogue song, ‘The Locomotion,’ you know. Say, you want to zap her? Kylie Minogue, that is? I’d. "My name is Roger Morlen, and if you have a few minutes, I would like to talk business with you." This line he found, was the most appropriate for people that seemed to be on the last leg of a bad journey."I'm sorry Mr. Morlen, but what ever it is you are selling I don't think I am interested." Correct answer."Selling is not exactly what I do, Mrs.........." Robinson, Mary Robinson, and how do you not exactly sell things." Her look was one of "oh shit" here comes another high pressure I.