Yes I know men have nipples too, but believe me, it’s not the same. Hers hardened between my lips, growing like a cock. I wasn’t expecting that. E...es wide, I looked at what I’d done, then looked at my man as if to say “Hey, look what I did!”He was sat in the chair, with just his top on, fondling his balls, eyes focused on my face. He blew me a kiss, as though telling me to carry on. Next thing I knew, there’s a mouth on my nipple. Sucking it, blowing on it, biting it. The last one got my. Her robe was similar to Dysea and Isabella's but a light blue in color. Anja occupied the other side of Martin on the couch, For'mya and Isabella pressed up against each other on the floor at Anja's feet. Martin looked up from the pad he was reading as Deia walked in casually. She was one of the few who had seen the King and Queens in this manner and she had been here enough times to know that they had simply been enjoying the company of each other. Many thought that the King and his Queens had. She takes me to the bathroom and there is already a feminine smelling bubble bath waiting for me with candles and rose petals on the bubbles. She bathes me and gently washes my hair and whispers gently to me, converting my mindset from masculine to feminine as we talk about clothes and perfume and makeup.She makes me stand in the middle of the room and raise my arms, proceeding to lather me all over and shave all my body hair, until my skin is smooth. Mistress Beth moisturises my skin with a. I cut away his digressions which I know he uses to get where he needs to be. And I cut away the fat to get to the essence. A script needs to be streamlined or a film will lose its audience.”“And the essence is there in what he wrote?”“Not always.”“So you rewrite?”“Never.”“Then what?”“I tell him what’s missing and he writes it.”“So you don’t think you could write it?”“He’s a genius, Joe. I’m just a glorified stenographer.”“What do you mean?”“He records his writing. I type it up.”“But you feel.