“I’m tasked with a mission that may require some assistance, but that can wait until your freedom is obtained. How many concerts are needed to ens...re everyone who wishes may attend one?”*Author’s note: Background for this segment may be found in the story Don’t Blame Me! http://storiesonline.net/s/13564/dont-blame-meAs it happened, four concerts were needed. Martha and her family attended the first. The governor was sufficiently impressed that she attended another one.The second matter was. I began to stroke it and suck on the tip. I could hear John’s moaning getting louder. He was true to his word and letting me lead at my own pace. I was getting more confident by the second. Any inhibitions were lost and I was totally lost in being Christy. I knew she was a part of me but at this moment in time, she was all of me, body and soul. The stroking was getting more intense and I was taking more of his cock into my mouth with every stroke. It wasn’t long before my hand and mouth were. A big smile on my face “Hi I see you’re dressed to go on a business trip (then with a giggle) or pleasure”. He giggled and sat down on the lounge chair next to me “You always look so cute Princess” leaned over and gave me a kiss and of course I kissed him back. Ever since I was twelve he would come say good-bye to me when he was going away (please read post “gift from dad for details). Our lips locked in a passionate kiss that only a dad and trans-daughter can have his hand rubbing on my bare. Everywhere the couple went they were accompanied by the relatively discreet presence of three or four security guards. Like many Lunar citizens they were above average height and often above average body mass. The Moon's low gravity was a big issue for anyone who lived on its surface. Health warnings were displayed everywhere either to encourage people to exercise or to advertise treatments for muscle waste, obesity and other low gravity ills. Paul continued to find that even the simplest.