Only to face the blade of that ugly looking, big knife.“I’d suggest that you try your luck somewhere else. This place is protected, now and in the...future - and this is the only warning you’ll get!”While saying that, I pushed the tip of the blade forward so that it nicked the throat of the guy who had tried to sneak in. Just nicked. Since I wasn’t certain that a small nick would be enough I decided to add a targeted mental image to my message with some of my magic. That image contained blood,. I kept a big smile on my face and made sure that I kept him happy." Sounds like you didn't have too much of a choice." Only being allowed to live versus a quick death. So today, I don't have to deal with any mental barriers in my mind about putting on a skirt or doing a blow job on a cock. I won't be effeminate but I'll be the fucking slut that every man desires to have in his bed. My personal preference is that I'm the one eating pussy, instead of the pussy being me. I can handle a cock shoved. There was no escaping this - we were too far out of port to try to swimfor it and I doubt I could have made it anyways. Oh what a twist, fatehas dealt me. I really had wanted to be a sailor, a man, but it nowlooked like I was to continue my journey into petticoats and dresses.That my mother and aunt had begun when I was younger and had continueduntil a few days ago. I ran-Away away stealing the stable boys clothesand dashing down the lane to Liverpool then the ordeal of the docks andsigning on. I watched as they waded into the water, still holding hands. Carol's body is pale and perfectly shaped. Peter looked like something out of a porn movie: broad shoulders, thin waist and muscular ass. The waves were very gentle and the surf was soft. Peter walked her out into the water until her tits were floating. He picked her up, his hands on her mound and tits, and waited for a wave. A wave came and Peter pushed her on top of it. Carol awkwardly flailed and sputtered water. She.