Sallyhad kept her male surname for convenience. Valerie did not recognisethe man in the passport photo as Sally and was not interested in him.She had...also found the faded copy of Brian Mackintosh's birthcertificate.Valerie didn't have a passport but she had a copy of her own birthcertificate. She also had two Polaroid photographs of Sally that Emilyhad taken with her Land camera.Valerie had used the ruse that she was supposed to be meeting her fathertoday so she had had to dress. She did not see it as the central role in a woman’s life to measure up to men. She did not think that equality of men and women was even something that deserved discussion or mention. It was natural to her, and there were more pressing matters to focus on. Many in their opulent land did not share her views, and women were treated as chattel in corners of their kingdom. Even she didn’t approve of women treating equal status with men as an achievement. It was something that was a birthright. The. I relished every inch of his hardness, and lifted myself up and down on his cock, building up speed as I adjusted to his size, a change from my small fingers. My pussy was so wet that I knew I must be staining his pants, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were fixed on my face, and as my body thrashed wish pleasure against his, he pressed his lips to mine, sending jolts of electricity through me. Then, he unbuttoned my shirt and commented, “Mmm, no bra again,” before taking a nipple in his. She was wearing shiny ankle high ballet boots with impossibly tall heels and tiny padlocks dangling down from the top.Slowly working his way up her body, he took in the beauty her curves, emphasised by her tight-fitting black spandex catsuit. It covered every inch of her body from her neck down. Even her fingers were encased in its gloves. In stark contrast, her crotch was encased in a gleaming steel chastity belt that she was proudly wearing over the top of the catsuit, and in which Adrian.