I said, "Baron, we are met to resolve an issue. Let us talk about it at your convenience."The Baron said, "My public court time is almost finished. Pl...ase allow Uriah to take you to a more private place for us to talk at leisure. Alaric, we are under truce unless you will it differently."I said, "So be it. We are at truce and we will go with Uriah."We inclined our heads to each other. Ula and I followed Uriah into a smaller room with couches. Slaves followed us in and offered us wine. All three. He pulled his cheeks apart, showing off his willing hole. I pressed my tip down into him. He grunted and moaned as I drove deep into him. My thickness stretched his hole. It felt good inside him. I grinded into him after every inch of me was inside. We were already sweaty in my hot apartment. I leaned over him, he had a strained look on his face. I imagined he was a transsexual, this only excited me more. His small nipples were hard, his tight little body, the way he moaned was feminine. I. "Slowly, Margaret raised her head. A man was leaning over her, a distinguished-looking man in his mid-fifties. A name swam into her mind. "Doctor Calvin. That's who he is. He's going to fix me..." Pleasant," she murmured aloud. "Yeah." Now, what do you think of your new breasts?" Oh... oh my God." Realisation burst through Margaret's befuddled mind like a tidal wave. She had gone to a cosmetic surgery clinic to have her breasts enlarged. Not by any measure unattractive, Margaret had always felt. I took my resume out of a shiny black plastic jacket. I had no idea howI looked because I hadn't brought a mirror or even a compact. I knewthat more strands of hair had come loose. Am?lie had done her best, butI knew that I had to impress them with my knowledge before my appearanceaffected their judgement.A heavy set thirty-something woman opened her office door. She had mousybrown hair and a serious, intelligent face. She was dressed in a greypants suit that hugged her curves. She dressed for.