"Even as she spoke, she slid the toy deeper inside her. The rotating tip massaged her walls, sending delightful spikes of pleasure up and down her spi...e. When the beads reached her labia, she held the toy inside her, quivering from the feeling of the toy writhing in her depths and the beads rumbling against her lips.She groaned as she stroked the toy in and out of her canal, the red jelly of the cock already covered in a milky coat of her wetness on the first stroke. The ears of the rabbit. Still, he was turned-on, probably by her pleasant cleavage and tits.“You see, government incompetence in action, as usual! The Peter Principle really seems to be a thing with the Feds, more than most others, in fact. Or is it the Dilbert Principle in this case, eh? You inept morons, you never bothered to check how old I might be, didn’t ask Dad to identify himself, or anything! How the fuck are you not out of a job! You just assumed that Dad was Nicholas Durant, not my father! He’s Walther. Thin feminine eyebrows and my hair was getting longer and longer.Then she started changing my work attire. at first it wasn't so bad . instead of men's pants, it was female trousers. Instead of a man's shirt and tie, I had to wear a women's shirt , the colors were a little more pastel. A female's thin belt was added later on in the week. The new shoes that were black loafers, or brown I had to buy at a women's shoe store, so even though they were rather unisex looking, it added a definite. . Or anyone of real skill I could trust, for that matter.”“Perhaps Leana, if it pleases Your Grace,” the pale-haired maid suggested, “With her out of uniform, and with that dark skin of hers, many would take her for a foreign spy. She could gild a few palms along Lantern Street, find out what vices the good Bishop might have.”“That is the best tool at hand, then? Make it happen. And tell her to be careful.”“Of course, Your Grace.” The maid bowed deeply to her King, and briefly to Angeline,.