It’s something her mother would have wanted for her.She picked out a long black skirt and an old white blouse—something she would typically wear t... the classroom and not to a soiree. She sensed there would be plenty of women for Claude to hit on anyway. She would blend in, have a drink, talk shop, and leave early, hopefully after saying a quick goodbye to Preston whom she thought was responsible for everything and whom she would probably never see again either. She didn’t mind being without. Sren of the Tower, where he is ever watchful, ever mindful of the roads and comings and goings in the world…” “Why would Sren want me dead?” Rael interrupted the man’s tirade. “Why does a god ever want a mortal dead?” Ricard mused, and would have shrugged were he not bound so tightly. “Because you’re a threat.” “How could I possibly be a threat to a god?” Rael asked. He felt foolish, asking the demented Brother questions to which there could be no sane answer, but part of him clung to the hope. I ran it down my slit to my wet pussy and slowly slid it inside. I moved it in and out while I orbited my stiffening clit with my pointer finger. The tip of the marker grazed my g-spot and I gasped. I reminded myself not to touch my overly sensitive g-spot until I was ready to cum, so I decided to focus on my ass. Penetrating my ass with the other marker proved to be a much harder task for me. With the dripping wet marker from my pussy, I poked and prodded my tight pink star until it was. How gay had I already become?He phoned about two hours later, on his lunch break, and told me to pick him up at 7:30 at a local parade of shops, and that I had to wear some of the panties and stockings I had been buying. I showered, and dressed in some pretty pale pink panties, and black holdups. I wore a shirt, a pair of jeans and lofas with no socks ( you could see my stockinged feet) my heart was racing as I drove to meet him, and I almost bottled out, but my erect cock kept me focusedHe was.