Her fingers came down to entwine with his dark hair as she heaved and sighed.It tasted sweet, but there was a deep, full flavour there as well. It was...wet and responsive. His tongue passed right up the middle, extending out fully, lashing the whole against the pink, again and again and she was squirming, writhing under his attentions.When he began to feel the fine detail with his tongue's tip, her head rolled, and he looked into that pretty, heart shaped face. It was turning flush, her chest,. "A bit steep, but the Putram's been losing plenty to Malshall and smugglers. Just bring them in elsewhere with forged tattoos and he don't get his head tax. But the tattoo would cost you another silver-- two golds and two silvers. You got that kind of money?" We have some in the trunks in the Pinya," Dent answered knowing it was nowhere near two and two. "And I was thinking of using salidin instead of tattoos." Hmm, I can understand why you'd want to do that -- save their pretty faces --. " And then I can go back to being a boy again?" Yes," mummy told me. "Then you can go back to being my little boy."We kept swimming until the man blew his whistle and mummy said our timewas up. We got out of the pool and went back to the ladies changing roomto get changed. We went into one of the ladies toilets so that I couldtake off my bathing costume and cap without anyone seeing. Mummy helpedme to put on my girl clothes and hair again. Then, when we were bothdressed, we went back home on. The gym was doing well between my two slaves Diana and Ruth, the bondage equipment business was almost outstripping our ability to supply and there were a number of new items under development in conjunction with William and his amazing collection of Victorian gear. Wendy’s side of things with the bespoke corsetry was running her off her feet. I also had several other items that I had designed which were now going into production. Although I would only receive royalties from these it was.