“I will be damned!” spat the flushed face Baron of Marchone to his assembled men, his son, Gunther the younger, the captain of his guard, Rasption... and a few other soldiers that Marquaise could not recognize from her secreted vantage point. “Since, his, excellency,” Gunther the elder, let the formal title slide from his tongue like sparks from steel, “the young Count of Aquee demands tribute, I say we send him one half his annual due, since he has but one half the blood of his title!” The old. I also applied some cream to my silky legs and once again I decided for no stocking or pantyhose and went for a very delicate sexy silk g-string and some silver 5" high heel sandals with straps that revealed my purple polished toes. Next came the party dress. It was a very short flare silver mini dress with glitter, covering all my arms and neck, tight enough to reveal my fake nipples through (the dream of any t-girl going out to party). A look at the mirror revealed the sexy combination of. I just laughed and said 'ok'. So she made me lay on the bed and unexpectedly put her gaping pussy in my face while she proceeded to see how I measured up. '4.9 inches long!' she shouted as she laughed and sat down hard on my face and continued 'let's see how thick it is'. Just as I was tongue fucking her loose hole she shouted 'fucking hell, 4 inches! And your head is only 3.5!' Of course, I already knew this information, but I guess it's better to have a face full of young pussy as you're. Slowly but surely my weight came off, pound by pound. I'm sort of tall with a wide butt, and long skinny legs. If I don't have a bra on, my breasts sag, even though they are quite large.When I got to one hundred and forty-five pounds, Mr. Ghibus, the main owner of Norfolk & Salem took an interest in me. At first I didn't realize that he was coming on to me. But when the President and Chairman of the Board stops to make small talk with you, you have to know that something is going on. I was.