But Rolas' question haunted him. Just what would he do?Inonni law provided little for dealing with such problems among their own kind, as many such ma...ters were left to common sense. A higher power was always available to intervene, dispense advice, arbitrate, weigh evidence, and offer fair judgment. But the only higher power was the Holy Order. If the Mage Master were indeed committing acts so antithetical to Inonni Enlightenment, his only recourse was Elder Yurton.The thought filled him with. He'd felt lucky that his plan had worked at all and was hopingthat she wouldn't figure it out so soon. The boots, while super cute,were a size too small and were pinching his feet, but he loved thesound his little bells made, loved the slippery-soft feel of hisvelvety mittens, loved the soft feeling of his dress and petticoats onhis skin, loved how cute he was as he looked down at his prettyChristmas tree dress and childishly striped candy cane arms and legs,smiled every time he saw his made-up. He also likes to highlight his good suntanned body by wearing nothing but a skimpy athletic jock strap to highlight his ass, something that works very well for men.“I am here for your pleasure and my pleasure,” Simone smiles as she makes a bold entrance. She is a glamorous and very attractive blond, taller than most wearing heels, tight black leather slacks and a matching leather top with the zip opened enough to highlight her cleavage.“I have heard lots of good things about you two,” she tells. She was wearing a heavy rubber corset over her blouse (she was a very punk girl) and she just radiated a sluttish sensuality. She was about 5.6, with very full breasts on a slim figure, accentuated by long legs and very high heels. She also wore a lot of eye make-up and had almost white blonde hair, so all in all she was a spectacular figure and I was very attracted to her. We danced for a while and it didn't take me long to realise that she didn't want to waste any more time on the dancefloor.