Oh., what exquisite joy if ever this woman were made a slave...and hat to do what I was doing! I tried to dwell on the throught, but it didn't last. I... was something which would never happen. This Miss Gomez came to a second climax and rested a while again. Then she changed Millie and I around. Lying on my back, I had to lick her slit. To me, it was just revolting as her asshole. But, all the same, I licked it fervently. Particularly the clitoris. Sucking it as well. The bitch was certainly. However, that was the end of her physical transitioning. That was all she wanted or needed to feel good about her own body. She had physically transitioned to a certain point and that was as far as she needed. For her, the pleasure she derived from her member was something she did not wish to leave behind. Their life together moved into a new more exciting phase.Other artisans in the village seemed to prosper while our two did only as well as they could. Some so-called artisans offered up. "Please stay close to me Karen." And she pulled her nearer and theyshifted into a spoon position.The following week, Karen received a text note from Faith.'Can we speak about Carrie?'Karen didn't want to address what she suspected Faith wanted to discuss,as five years earlier her sister had explained several things aboutCharles' college days. Faith had withheld these important details untilalmost a month before her wedding, and though the knowledge had beenquite painful, Karen had never spoken. Sorry, I’m actually in the middle of something right now. Nice talking to you.” She walked past the dullahan at a fast pace, more pressing concerns on her mind. How had she ended up in the front yard? What had happened to the gate? Passing through the house, she heard the others talking in the dining hall, but kept going down the hall to the backdoor. Once she stepped outside, she saw Naia standing in her fountain, gazing toward the gate.“Oh, there you are.” Naia gave her a wave. “I was down in.