But after 5 minutes of scrubbing, myhands became extremely clean, but were still female.I stood there for a minute not knowing what to do. Why did the...ink dothis to me? Was it just trying to amuse itself? Well consider meunamused. The only thing could find any solace in at this point wasthat the ink was finally gone.HELLOWhat? I thought I heard someone, but looked around and saw that I wasstill alone in the apartment.DO YOU LIKE IT?There it was again. The more I heard it, the less it sounded. Some would want her locked up. A menace, a disease of immorality and depravity. They would not call her an 'abnormal' person, they would isolate themselves from her, excommunicate themselves. There would sometimes be a few others who would see her different, they would see her as a delicious wild flower, a deliciously rare wild flower who deserved to chase whatever satisfied her. They had a similar mind and outlook oppression on sexuality however exotic. Unfortunately, these types appeared so. We alighted at the Domus Flavia, and were surprised to find ourselves led into the lararium rather than the throne room or the basilica. Lucius/Dacianus (I was unsure how much familiarity our previous acquaintance granted me) was standing under a recently dedicated statue of his father, along with his mother the empress Domitia Longina.“Hail Caesar,” father cried out, a little too enthusiastically.“Greetings Servius Laellius,” the emperor responded, “and Laeillia Severina,” he nodded to me and. Every good thing has an end, so filled him up. Thats for night and i left, promised its just the beginning. He was so happy said if we have this often he wont fuck any of his fragmates. Thats what i wanted.My fucking with Sima dont stop, rather it was regular, but we would go for 3 sum twice a wk. Sima said he got regular at home sex too. One morn my dad called me. I was doing good on biz, specially all new venturers was doing well. So that its biz talk. He closed the door and said, how is Sima.