On the other side of me sat Bobby Beaufort, Vice President for Financial Planning of the Hunt banks, and the only man I'd ever seen put Percy down in ...he arm wrestling championships that were among the favorite spectator sports of the semi-annual team building weekends Old Man Hunt had instituted to build team morale 20 years before.Percy was whiter than typewriter paper and Bobby blacker than the inside of a coal bin. I had known both of them more than 20 years and had held Percy's head, while. ` At the conclusion of that reception, the pair were _very__loudly_` escorted to their home, the Eerie Print Shop, where they will beliving` in rooms above their business.` Speaking for my wife and myself, we thank our friends forwitnessing` our marriage and for their many gracious wishes for our futurehealth` and happiness.* * * * *?Well?? Amy Talbot asked, lifting her head off the pillow. ?What?s theverdict??Molly put a finger to her lips. ?Shh, it don?t work if. Thankful as well for the lack ofhair on her long legs, and the narrow shape of her waist. Grateful thatshe grew little in the way of a beard, and that what she had could beshaved off with a few strokes of a straight razor.She was most grateful to the servants, who she'd convinced of late tobring her dresses, instead of making her wear those awful trousers they'dstarted insisting she wear around thirteen. She looked good in them,looked feminine in them, but the cuts of the clothing weren't at. ”I tried not to giggle, finding it so strange that Master had a second name. Hans. I liked Sven better. It felt stronger, like him.“Mmm, yes, eat my ass, you naughty lamia,” she gasped. “Oh, I wish I could keep you. That tongue ... So different from a human’s.”“If you wanted to own me, you should have rescued me,” I giggled then plunged my tongue into her sphincter.“Gods, yes!” she gasped, my tongue wiggling through her bowels. “Sven earned your passion. He’s so gallant.”I agreed, my tail.