She was in the adjoining room and had removed her SOU swimsuit. After glancing at her attractive nakedness in the full length mirror on the back of th... door for a few minutes, she thought, "Not bad. Too bad I can't get copies for boyfriends." She looked at the pile of clothes on the chair and smiled to herself. Crisply, she slipped the cups of her bra over each breast and fastened the front closure with a quick twist. After some minor adjustment-a tuck on the left and a lift on the right-she. . a kind of passport stamp which carried the single word 'Virgin'.Vesta seated herself in one of the numerous armchairs before the dais, crossed a pair of black-booted limbs, and lit a cigarette. Her eyes ran up and down the line. Even without the name on the card she would have had no difficulty in identifying Lady Isabel. Even though the girl's face was distorted by the ball-gag fastened in her mouth, the aristocratic lines of her features betrayed her; so did the mass of long, fine blonde. I spend what seems like an eternity touching her body, getting to know every exquisite inch of her. Over and over I run my hands across her body. I apply just the right pressure in spots that are tight, and silky soft caresses everywhere else. I slide my hands down her body, reveling in the feel of the oil on her already satin smooth skin. She shaved today, her pubic mound is smooth, and the folds of her pussy are glistening with moisture. I begin to massage each side of her groin, her heat. Two Mums would be just confusing." How is she? Your Mum Mum, not your Dad Mum." Mum Mum? Jeez!" Well you can't keep calling her Dad! It's disrespectful, transphobic!" How can I be transphobic when I lend her my tights and stuff? If I wastransphobic would I paint her toenails? No. I win." You shouldn't call her Dad. I mean, what if you called her Dad in frontof a load of guys who didn't know, like, what we know? I mean, thatcould get pretty awkward." I think she can look after herself." I.