So, first off, your hair, we'll keep it brunette but itneeds to be longer, let's say midway between your shoulder blades andthe small of your back. Th...t should give you a good idea on what it isfor women to keep their hair beautiful, plus it suits your face." Withthat, the stranger opens up her own laptop and starts to work. Withinthe minute Mark can feel his scalp tingle and the hair starts totraverse past his shoulders to come to rest in the middle of his back.The mane of this thoroughbred. He breathed in the scent of her hair. It smelled amazing, sweet and fruity. He was also acutely aware of the soft feel of her breasts as they pressed against his chest. Wearing nothing more than a light cotton sleeveless tank, it wasn’t difficult to quickly know the details of her anatomy. Sucking in a breath of air, he pulled back and away from her. What the hell? He thought to himself. This is my sister. Trisha was stunned at what she was feeling. When she’d felt Josh’s body pressed to hers. Carl said he worked as a masseur at a local health spa. I noted that his hands were large, and he had strong forearms. He said was thirty-eight, but I was thinking, "He looks in his twenties." Carl talked about his career, telling funny stories about giving massages. Some of Carl's clients expected their manipulation to finish by Carl applying oil to their dicks, stroking them off to completion. Carl had an occupation to give hand jobs to male clients, known as a 'happy ending'. Carl told me,. He ... and his sister, Queen Margaery Tyrell. Brother and sister, lovers to the same man, sharing him with each other like a toy. Or rather, they were both MY toys, weren’t they, I thought to myself with a smirk. Yes, yes, that was the ticket. Two fucktoys, both powerful aristocrats, one of them a queen by marriage and the other the Hand of the King to his own brother-in-law.As for King Tommen himself, he was still quite naive and innocent for a lad who had been with whores and his own mother.