.. and they honestly looked amazing onmy ass... the garter belt hugged my awkwardly wide hips perfectly... andthe bra definitely pushed up my tits to ...ull display, it was one of thefew bras that were a 36A... fuck... this was what he wanted... He wantedto make body to change and shape and fit these clothes better... thefuck was wrong with this guy... I finished with the stockings and ran tothe computer -- messaging him at about 28 minutes after his last messageJordyn: ReadyLGT333: Good girl.. “I think I’ll suggest to the Queen that a new regime is required down here,” I mused loudly.“Their posts are hereditary, John,” Serice replied in as loud a voice.“Not against a royal command,” I chuckled.“There are some who would feel terribly aggrieved if Queen Verenestra did such a thing,” Serice said thoughtfully but still loud enough for anyone to hear.“But they hate anything she does anyway, am I correct?” I asked.“Yes, John. You are correct,” she agreed.“So, getting rid of all this dead. She just had to lay back and let it all happen. He would look after her, her pleasure and her safety.She felt his thumb touch her near her clitoris and then his finger below it and then she gasped as he gently pinched it and rolled the tiny protrusion between the two digits. His tongue had left her and was replaced by his finger, softly and slowly entering her body, searching her vaginal cavity.Her hips rose involuntarily to accept his probe, and she felt the onrush of her orgasm as it washed. " James explained his theory, figuring the worst thing his father could do was say no.His father was silent, staring off into space for several long minutes, his expression grim."Son, I know that you are aware I already have reservations about this whole thing. You are just sixteen and you have two women, both of them living with you, sleeping with you, and they couldn't leave you even if they wanted to. One is your age, the other is technically abusing you, if you look at it from a legal.