The ridges and bumps all along his shaft massaged things in the poor girl that had never been massaged.And this time there was no pain. True, she felt...stuffed, but it was the kind of stuffed one was after eating too much dessert.It was a nice stuffed.Five minutes later she had progressed leaps and bounds beyond “nice” and she batted her maid’s hand away from the frog so she could grip it herself.And five minutes after that, Her Royal Highness, Princess Jennifer Lynne Tanush, at that moment. ..since I not only was wearingBallet Boots, but my open nipple black bra, with my nipples ringsvisible through my very shear white low cut blouse! I wanted to make astatement on this trip that I was ready for anything, andeverything......sexual! I guess I did make that statement very clear, asMy "guide into the flight deck asked me,"What my sexual specialty was."Now it did not take a genius to know what he was asking.I just smiled and said, "I am trained in the art of giving oralpleasure!"He. Then I got persuaded, talked out of it you might say, convinced anyhow that it was in my interest to let the stuff go. I must admit that I was well rewarded. I rode into a small, nameless crossroad's village about noon under a sky that promised rain, found the blacksmith at work and got him to look at my two horses' feet and shoes. While he did that, I visited the local and had a bitter pint of beer."See ye've got some extra muskets there," a big, bulky man said as he came to stand beside. She shook her head at this and smiled. The girl then started to pull her romper back on. Midway thru this she pointed to the door, and smiled wanly at me. I pointed to the bed, shrugged, then said, ‘you’d be welcome to stay if you wanted’ The girl shook her head at this while wanly smiling then proceeded to slip both of her arms, thru the thin arm holes of her romper. ‘Wait, wait’ I said to her. I then gently pulled the sleeves of the romper down from her shoulders, then lowered the garment.