She rose slightly and allowed the youngest maid from the country to clean her nether hole with her tiny delicate fingers that seemed to enter and move...in every direction at the same time.She was forced to sigh in pleasure.The little slut was getting better at it every time and soon she would have to reward her for her devotion to duty.They dried her with the soft skins from the Orient that her mother had used before her. Her hair was now straight and silky and she shortened it with the scissors. ‘That’s not Camille,’ Niko replied. ‘I don’t know who she is, but she’s not my Camille.’ Olan was convinced that his friend had lost his mind. Her body lay at their feet. What more evidence did he need? ‘Niko, just hang in there, buddy. We’ll get through this.’ Shaking his head, Niko reached down to lift the shattered leg of the body, pulling the tattered, bloodied cloth of her slacks away to reveal a small tattoo of three small white flowers clustered together. ‘White Oleander? She’s one of. ”“Show me.” Her eyes sparkled and she licked her lips as I slowly stood up, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to my ankles. My purple cotton panties were soaked. I knew she could see the shape of my lips through the sodden material.She leant forward, not breaking eye contact and gazed up at me as she stuck her tongue out and ran it over the wet cotton. Her fingers gripped the elastic and slowly unpeeled them. She sat back on her heels and lowered her gaze as my sodden curls were revealed to. It'ssuch a wonderful feeling, this femininity. I wish I'd done it years ago.It feels so good, so right, so me!"They all sit, Stephanie smooths her skirt and crooses her legs. "You'reoh so naturally feminine, Stephanie! How long have you been dressing?,"asks Sophie. "And you have such a nice figure. I'm happy to see you as awoman." This is my first time. My sweetheart Monica was such a help. I couldn'thave done it without her," smiles Stephanie, at her darling Monica."Would all my ladies like.