In the middle a rectangular hole, some eight inches long and two inches wide, had been chiselled through. Severian did not bother to ask if it was the...right size for the trunk they would be using; he knew Antonius would have made sure of that.The kneeling woman looked up at him with horrified eyes, her mouth moving wordlessly, uttering moaning gasps. The sight was erotic and incongruous: creamy flesh, the barbered russet tuft at her groin, the full breasts with wide aureolae and fleshy nipples,. She worked the powder upwards to her eyebrows and then applied a coat of aqua-blue out to the far corners of her eyes, lightening the shade as she worked it up to her brows. This colour effect had worked for her before with the blond wig; she was trying to archive that 'society-slut' look again. She stifled a laugh as she realised the efforts she was going to satisfy the monster waiting for her outside the door. Michele again realised that her mind was operating its own defence mechanism; if. ‘Why shouldn't I give my daughter sexual pleasure like she gave to me? Yes, according to society it's so very wrong, but what is so wrong about us giving each other sexual pleasure if she, and I want to do that? We're not hurting anyone. And right now...? Oh yes, I want to lick and suck on my daughter's pussy and make her come with my mouth.’Sara was now completely over any reticence she'd previously had about knowingly committing insest. She settled in to mouth fuck her daughter's pussy as. Good.Finally success. After months of prowling likely spots to find and pick up a girl I found a prospect. Not sure whether I do better dressed or drab. Ironic. A crossdresser trying to grab a girl for his entertainment. Oh well.What time is it? Six-fifteen. She?s been here about fifteen minutes. Ok, arrived about six. She?s dressed for business. Gray suit, white blouse, not see through, beige stockings, three inch black leather sling backs, pearls. Ah! Gucci handbag. Very nice! Now! Does.