"Jonar tore his gaze away from the city to look back at her. "First we need to talk with the magistrate. He needs to know about-" The evil ones," Myka...said irritably. "I know that! But I will not go before a rival of my House looking like I have been living in the wild for a month. My cousins will provide us with suitable clothing to see the magistrate and feed us before we go. As it is, I am just glad that mother had the foresight to tell me where our kin lived with such detail. I can see the. " Ramone!" I called. "Are you still there or has Debbie dragged you out for a night on the town?"A large African American appeared. "Good evening Mr. George," he said in that funny anachronistic way of his. He is anything but servile, but he greets the tenants like it was still the 1920s. "How nice of you to ask," he continued. "No Debbie has deserted me - she is visiting her folks upstate this weekend, so I'm still here." He looked inquiringly at Laura."Ramone, this is Laura Jones. She doesn't. It fits through black loops atthe waist and like the ones around the collar, once the item is in place,you cannot see the loops. My mother pulls the three inch wide belt tightaround my waist and buckles it making my tiny waist look even morediminutive. She stands me up, looks me up and down, smiles and then says, "Go put onyour high heels!" I stand there petrified. I swear I just felt some sort ofgurgling in my abdomen. Something about the shoes seems to make it worse. Igrab the shoes and begin. ‘That’s good, just stay still.’ I reached around to feel his cock. He was hard as iron and drooling precum. I continued pressing slowly deeper inside him. “Ah, it’s hurting.” I stopped and just let him adjust to the newness of his ass being fucked. I didn’t move, just waited, and sure enough I felt him push back against me in a moment. As a reward I stroked his cock a little. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I did so and smiled. “Good boy, you can take it can’t you.” I withdrew.