In one of the world's great ironies of history, you were born a woman. Even worse, a peasant woman. You were born in one of the lowest and poorest sec...ions of the capital city of Agrenon. Your parents left you for dead as so many dead female infants were. In many cases the many abandoned girls were adopted by the Temple and used as nuns or were sold into slavery. You had a different fate however, Marquis Demonte Iglios was ran past you in the street in a fit. He was late to return home from a. When mom started to work again for the town chamber of commerce, she wasforce to dress up. The hamper was always so full of pantyhose, it was easy toraid it for a pair that I would hide in my room so that I could slip in mylong pants and winter boots to school. They were so much warmer than the longjohns mom would buy me for winter. So much more comfortable. I found myselfin school sitting mostly with the girls where I'd borrow there issue of Cosmomagazine and we'd talk about hair, make-up,. She reduced me to a smoking pile of rubble. Along the way I did manage to give a good account of myself and I did get her off several times. I fell asleep with my dick in her hands as she was making a vain attempt to get me up again and I woke up in the morning with her snuggled in next to me.The alarm went off and as I was swinging my legs to get out of bed she grabbed me and said:"There is only one good way to start out the day."Her hand went to my cock and she gave it a couple of tugs. I. One night after he had gone to bed Louise was browsing through Facebook when I a message popped up it was from her husbands friend Dan.‘Well you’re a dark horse aren’t you ;)”“What do you mean?” Louise panically replied “Oh I’ve been added to a WhatsApp group by a friend of ours. I’ve been shown some of your work. I’d have never have guessed you were so filthy, I’ll be round tomorrow at 12 I know your Steve will be at work”“Ok” replied LouiseShe checked the group and a message appeared “My turn.