It was so risky, so naughty, but I’d have to do it.After my father, it hardly even seemed like that terrible of a deed.“What?” Greta, breaking a...ay. “You tensed.”I bit my lip. “We’re going to flee the castle soon. We’re going to Sven. With the Lodestone destroyed, I don’t need to be here.”“But don’t you need to be close to your father to spy on him?”I shuddered. I so wanted to be close to him. “Not any longer.”“But, what if he has new—”I pressed a finger against her lip. “We are leaving. We’ll. I wasn’t really watching her. The party was ebbing, the barbecue cooling and there were more empty bottles than full. I was sitting alone, looking at the sky and holding a long-empty glass. I was sober but perhaps only just. I wasn’t watching her but I could see her. Her tall, slender body in that delicious black dress with her blonde hair tied back so it fell like a rope behind her. The dress was long and touched the grass where she stood talking to another girl, woman. Her hands occasionally. My breasts had started as soft little peaches, juicy and tender from what I could only assume was hormones. In time they swelled to the size of small melons. I was at least a D cup now, although I never seemed to wear a bra in The White Room, or any clothes for that matter. Clothes would only get in the way of my eager little fingers, twisting my sensitive nipples until jets of cum escaped my shrunken clit in a sticky coo of satisfaction. I would thrust my head back and see myself in the. After he arrived, we all heading down to the terrace level for cocktails and to play some music. I could see her checking his package out to see if a huge bulge was present in his shorts. When he went to take a piss, I asked her playful "what are you looking at?" She knew I busted her but said to me, "I think you are lying. How big can it really be if you can't see it in his short? Surely, he would be sporting a bulge." I told her maybe he has it tucked down or taped to his leg. We both.