I invited my friend to have dinner with me. At six-thirty my friend said he had to go. I figured it was safe to head home. I would avoid going anywher... near the studio until my mother told me it was safe.When I arrived home at a little after seven o’clock my mother was on the phone with one of her clients. “Yes, it is ready. I sent a photo to your phone. I will ship the original out to you tomorrow. You’re welcome, Fred”Mom put her phone away, “Arthur, You’re back.” Mom motioned to me with her. Deep inside. He stayed. And could stay forever. She screamed.He hushed her. ?no one can hear you?.? He pushedhis face into hers, pushed his lips into hers,?thenlapped up all her tears that ran down her face.?no one will hear you.? He withdrew from her about 4 inches before he thrust backinto her. She whimpered in pain, but maybe because mostly of what he said, andthat she knew she was going to die. Thrust after thrust the pain subsided, and almost a sinfulpleasure sparked through her entire. But my efforts andmy struggling were only turning Eve on even more, whichis exactly what she wanted. Again Eve’s mouth came crashing down on mine, one ofher big hands grabbing the back of my head and ahandful of hair to hold my face in place while shemashed on my lips. I could taste my own juices on herlips and tongue as she French kissed me deep and hard.Between my spread legs I began to feel Eve’s thickmember pressing against my slippery opening, untilfinally the fat tip parted my. The guard made a sign and the doors opened. Atthe same time a herald spoke, "Open the way to lady Beatrice, ourKing's fianc?e, and to lady Elizabeth, her dame of honor!"Wolf was going through with that farce, I thought. We walked throughthe central alley of the Hall and everybody stood up in respect. I wasin display and this brought me to a higher level of stress, since I wasafraid someone could recognize me as a man inside a woman's body. As wewalked I could not overhear some whispers, like.