She looked at me as asked if she should have this many clothes on. I told her no she shouldn't. She giggled. "Say Master doesn't want his fucktoy to w...ar any clothes." I looked at her for a second. I had always been taught to respect women and this seemed different to my views. She asked me what was wrong and I told her. She started laughing. "Oh Master, respect has nothing to do with it. I love being called a slut and whore as well as fucktoy. I know you would never think that of me, thats the. We weretalking and we felt that if you were intent ondoing...'this', well we think you should talkto a doctor about it."I nodded, "Mum, I have seen a doctor about it."She look taken aback, "You have?" I nodded andshe went on, "Well, what sort of doctor?" She's an endocrinologist who has a specialistinterest in gender dysphoria."She blinked a few times, "And... well, did shetalk about whether you should be doing all thisor is she just accepting it all?" She interviewed me thoroughly.. As the boy fell on the bed Peter fell between his sons legsswallowing the five inch pole. Kevin held his dads wet head firmly. As the tongue began to swirl aboutthe cock he began a long low moan of pleasure. "Yes, daddy. Yes. Suckme. Suck your sons prick. Ah, suck it. Suck. Suck!" Peter knew this cock well; had sucked it from a tadpole to the power itwas becoming. Straight. Hard. Bulbous knob. Delicious to his tongue, hismouth. He sucked hard so hungry for more. His head bobbed as he. In fact, all of them looked upon Aislin in silence."How do you walk like that?" Like what?" Afraid to make eye contact, the young man stared nervouslyahead."Like a women, actually like a noble woman." It was as if Aislin'snatural grace had been suddenly enhanced, she thought."Do you remember the harvest festival? Lord Kelvin sponsored a tourney.Quite a number of noble ladies attended." You were watching them enough to learn how they held themselves."The young man was quick enough to note the.