"You should have yours done too," I said. "Then we could have our tongues pierced, and a chain could connect us both to each other."Then I gasped as s...e leaned forward and kissed my clitoris, her tongue parted my labia and slithered into my wetness like a snake, without even intending it my knees parted as I pushed my groin against her mouth."Ooh God, Sally," I moaned. "Don't make me cum." Sorry," she laughed and pulled away from me. "But you know I can't resist your pussy." And you've no idea. “She’s suggested that the nurses tell Teyrn Fergus about some identifying marks Elissa had, and then we can check if you have them.”I blushed. “I’m not taking off my clothes. I don’t care what he thinks.”Cylie laughed, startled. “Not that. I was thinking your tattoo – assuming you do have one?”I nodded, thinking about the dress I was wearing and wondering if I could expose the tattoo without taking the whole thing off.I was distracted from my musing by Aedan, who wrapped his arm around my waist. As he kneeled back down, he undid the button at the waist of my skirt and I raised my ass off the ground so he could remove it.I still only thought he was removing it to stop it from getting dirty. My panties were the matching set to the bra and although not a thong was very high cut probably the most daring pair I had. The rest were mainly white things mum bought. This was one of the arguments we kept having as I wanted some like my friends wore. But my cowboy didn't seem to mind he was soon. ) I tucked my penis away and then stood before my Mum with a nowflat groin and a smooth hairless body.Mum painted a henna pattern on my hands, arms, feet and neck because sheexplained it is Ramadan and most of the men in the mosque were Somaliand their woman wore these patterns during Ramadan.Next she stuck false breasts on my chest with superglue and thenstrapped me into my first bra and I was transfixed by the beautifulpatterns on my bra cups. (I have got used to wearing a bra now but.