Icould not believe that the smooth expanse of thigh between my stockingsand corset were my own as I wondered again at the semblance of hips Inow had ...eneath Rosie's - my - knickers. Of course, my hips hadn't grown,it was just an illusion created by the slimmer waist I now had, a resultof the corsets constriction, but it was wonderful and I allowed myself tofall under the corsets spell, completely. I looked so girlish and, dareI say, pretty. I was seeing my alter ego, the girl I knew as Sarah,. They were just old enough to be called "men", all of them only a couple of years over their 18th fulfilled year of life.They are this years aspirants.With their swords ready to draw, they were all looking towards a small entry into the mountain-castle.As they were observing the passage, a faint sound echoed from within the darkness of the inner halls.A old looking man shrouded in a large cloak joined the stage.While some of the guardsmen on the walls were watching the spectacle the old man was. . or her legs... her thighs. The thought of walking round to the next street to knock on her door (...so to speak...) once again fluttered through my mind, refusing to leave. My mind was a moth, and she was a light. How had I never noticed her before...?I turned and slowly walked out of the room, relishing the feeling of being cool while it lasted, which I knew wouldn’t be very long, and went into my bedroom to get some fresh clothes – some loose army fatigues I’d had for too many years and a. "Drink it all bitch" he said. I felt his big cock spasm in my mouth as it flooded my throat with his cum. I drank as much as I could before it began leaking out the sides and down my hand still pumping his cock. I found I liked the taste of his cum and being made to drink it. It was turning me on so much being so naughty. Chester grunted and groaned, telling me what a good little white slut I was and that I was making him happy. He told me to keep licking his cock clean. I was good and.