." Bernice paused. "Do you like, you know, being told to do stuff? You know -- stuff that's a little out there?" Yes," Miriam replied tonelessly.Berni...e sighed. "I do stuff -- but I don't know that I like it. I just do what I'm told. That's ... bad enough..." It's like taking a dare," Miriam explained. "Kind of a feeling of accomplishment." Oh. I get it," Bernice replied. "But that's not how I feel about it." Thinking about it, Bernice guessed that it made Miriam kind of an adrenaline junkie --. Her terror was then shared by Trellis and the others who’d not ventured through the swamp before, on a veritable fountain of silky mud exploded before the shapely guard, as something hideous rose from the slippery depths.Trellis looked on, transfixed, as something resembling an inverted octopus emerged from the murk, and sent its many arms of varying lengths and shapes, to make a prize of the helpless female. As athletic as she was, her finely toned body was no match for the tendril beast,. ?Like your sister? he said in low voice ?you have the perfect hour glass figure, that slender waist? he continued as he squatted behind the former princess and felt his hands down her body ?flaring out at your hips to frame that perfect luscious bottom. ?I wonder if you’re blushing but your face is hidden behind those lovely golden curls, hmm. You know? he added holding her hips in his large strong hands ?I was admiring your arse even before the battle began, you did insist on wearing such. Everybody has a story. Here's a small highlight of mine...Some of my very earliest memories include being more interested in my mom and sister's clothing than my own. I have a very vague memory of when I was 5 or 6, parading around the house wearing my mother's panties while she, my dad, and my sister (almost 6 years older) all laughed and called me a sissy. Apparently this happened a lot.When I was 6 and my sister was 12, our parents divorced, leaving me the only boy in a house with 2 women..