For your mind's-eye view, I was six feet tall, broad of shoulder and powerful.My black hair matched my dark Portuguese complexion; faulted only by the...blueeyes my mother had gifted me with. "Saint Veronica" was a fine craft, fast as any of the merchantmenships used by those who fled us.... or the ships of the line which hunted us.Bearing four posts and a flying jib, our sail aloft was more than any, andshe flew before the wind, being constructed stoutly of the best-aged woods.Carrying an. Samantha had invited Dawn tomeet us at her place to get dressed and to transform me into thecharacter Samantha had chosen. I would be costumed as a Hindu goddessnamed Parvati, the goddess of power, love and devotion. This was afigure with a deep and beautiful history that was very intriguing, yet Isuspected the idea was really just an excuse for Samantha to force me towear the most flattering and feminine dress on earth, an Indian sari.On the fateful day, as I drove to Samantha's a couple. Please." She moved her head a little further away from me, and looked at me, quizzically, "You're OK with that aren't you?"What could I say? "Yes. I understand, only when you're ready."She moved back, close to me, "But I promise I will come here often, and spend several nights a week here. Especially during the week, but I rather like being taken on dates at weekends. It sort of makes them special." OK. Just make sure I see a lot of you, especially in this bed." and I kissed her, gently.When we. If you haven't read it, then go get up to speed!Gemma got home from work with a bit of a shock to myself and Louise who was about to get her tonsils tickled by my cock. So I've got myself composed and get to the kitchen before she has got into the house. Prepping dinner I hear foot steps and turn to see Gemma walk in. Fuck she looks good, she had a Black suit jacket and trousers on. Matching this was a White blouse and just visable under it was a lacey white bra showing just a hint of her.