He had long been aware that several of the Elders did not care for his foresttrained ease of manner. The last time he had been before them, more than ...ne old woman had argued for a harsher punishment than just a week spent tending the fields.He felt sticky with dust and sweat under his short leather kilt, and he longed for the cool peace of the deep woods. There he could plunge into the pools of a stream that wound through leafy glades, far from the bustle and dust of the village and its. I could imagine the view he had. He ran his hands over my bottom, then slowly ran a fingertip along my slit. I felt a shudder run through my body, and then a pang of shame. Eric chuckled to himself.?Feels to me like your pussy’s getting wet again.? He said with obvious amusement in his voice. ?Would you like me to give your clit a bit of a tickle?? When I didn’t answer he slapped my bottom hard, making me yelp with shock and pain. ?I said would you like me to give your clit a bit of a. He was perfect for the job and he'd agreed todo as he was told for a great blowjob from a fabulous queen in return. Ofcourse he had no idea that the blowjob he'd be getting was from a 18 yearold boy, he was told it was some regular queen that Mrs. Grant knew.She returned to the bedroom to find the little minx actually practicingwalking in the high heels. Well he certainly was serious about wanting tobe a woman. As she silently watched she realized he was actually gettingbetter already. He. But something in her made her go over to him and have a semi-serious go at him for doing it. The response wasn’t quite what she expected with him telling her that if he’d done it to her she would have shot him a look that said “fuck off” rather than “yeah baby”. He was right though. She had found herself being physically distant from him for a while and that any attempt at playfulness was just part of a maintenance program as opposed to a need and a desire for each other.Regardless, she found.