I opened my eyes to find I was now cuffed to the handle of the second drawer. “Oh no.” Karen was already on her feet and standing behind me gazin... at the shape of my ass through my short skirt. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help it,” she apologised. “Although I don’t regret it,” she teased grabbing my skirt and pulling it down. I felt her hand grope my ass as I was helpless to stop her, not that I had any intention of doing so. The handcuffs came with an easy release and I still had a hand free but. Bag Number 6: This bag contained a long red wig with ringlet curls. I put it on and couldn’t help thinking how it accented my eyes with the makeup. Bag Number 7: Was a pair of black platform shoes with stiletto heels and ankle straps. I was amazed that they even had these in my size. I put them on, having a little bit of trouble with the small buckles on the ankle straps. The last Bag. Bag Number 8: There was another note instructing me to check myself in the full view. Suttonwanted us to take everything, but mom wouldn't allow it, not even theearrings. Only necklaces, barrettes and bracelets. "Unsanitary" shesaid. I changed into one of the dresses I had just put away, the graysheath dress with the round neck. My sense was that mom might talkhim into letting me do it once in a great while, but then, why allthe clothes? I had not been dressing as a girl for more than threedays, so I myself wasn't positive that I wanted to continue doing it,except for that. Not a sound was to be heard in the crowded hall as the King picked up the scroll and carefully read it."Master Trader Nurm and his retinue may approach Our Throne of Judgment." King Khamul's voice was low, but firm and resonant, easily reaching all corners of the hall. Shantar felt awkward and out of place in his rough garb of common brown, but hid his unease the best he could. His awareness of the archers posted along each wall sent tiny chills scurrying up and down his spine, and he suddenly.