Next came tiny little claws out of her purse and fixed them onto the bottom of her toes and tips of her fingers. While many in the West wore shoes or ...andals, Ebony had long since taken to the Islander practice of bare feet. If your profession is scaling walls not meant to be scaled, it can help to have access to strong well trained toes.Ebony gave one last look at the scene around her, taking in the tower in front of her, the garden behind her and the bushes she was hiding in, as well as the. And they were mine! After the shock of staring at tits on my chest wore off, I threw the bed sheets off of me in order to look at my crotch. The good news was that my cock was still there. The bad news was that it had shrunk up to almost nothing. I know I had never been big down there, but what was there probably wouldn't have been any bigger than my thumb. I tried to get it hard, but whether from the stress or from whatever had changed me, I might as well have been playing with wet spaghetti.. "My two lovelies, I know there is something on your minds. Why not spit it out and be done with it?"It was Fiona as usual who was the one to speak up."I fear you know us too well my Lord, a woman needs to be able to keep some secrets from her husband!" Aye, and I'm not fooled into believing that I know half of what you two are up to! Now, what is afoot?" We have known for some time my Lord, but have held off from telling you because of Hella's illness. It would have been particularly cruel. For this talk we went to the big hotel in downtown Albany and had a real breakfast with eggs Benedict and Champagne.When we finished breakfast I popped the question. “Do you want a divorce?She looked at me with a surprised look. “You’re asking me?”“Who else should I ask” I cleverly replied. She said “I thought you would be telling me, not asking, Neil.”“Well, I’m asking.” She quickly replied “NO! I want you, not a divorce” My response was “Can you give Victor up? I mean completely. I don’t want.