I still have that tomboy look. I have muscles in places that most girls don't have muscles, thanks to carrying those heavy packs all these years. Bein... female on the front line didn't cut any slack and I would have never asked for any slack.My boobs had filled out more and sagged a little, some of the side effects of getting older. I was a very full C cup now and my nipples were larger and more pronounced; just the right kind for getting pierced. I giggled at that. I'll have to think about that. “And what is your name?” She asked as she nodded towards the blonde.“Mi nombre es Raiza”, she said with a satisfying smile. Karen and the leader agreed on a pickup time and the financial transaction was completed.Raiza said she would like to take a shower before we started. I showed her the bathroom right off the master bedroom and then joined Karen in the living room. She stood with her back to me looking out our 8th floor window.“OK Babe”, I whispered as I hugged her from the rear. “Are you. She looked up from the floor, seeing her skirt pushed up higher,the hand moving over her panty covered butt. "What are you doing?" sheprotested. Two quick slaps to each of her cheeks, the stinging pain returning, Missy'shead slumped back down, resigned to letting the social services worker haveher way with her, anything was better than the spanking. The hand movedover her cheeks, fingers grasping her buttocks, clenching the flesh. "Such a lovely butt Missy. Do you like me touching it. It suited both of them in reality, Criostiona for her solitude, and Eleanor for her quiet nature. But now, six years on from her mother’s death, Eleanor needed more than the polite conversation and prejudices for her differences. The women in the village in particular had looked upon her with barely concealed scorn and envy for her pale skin, and even paler hair. They even felt obliged to tell her that a tall woman was not a true Scot. She must be a bastard child of ‘one ‘o em’. Heathen..