I'm around seven inches erect and today, it was soft to the touch on the surface but rock hard in the core.I slowly started stroking the underside wit... my middle finger, then gently carressed the knob, leaving only one thing to do.I started to recall an evening some years ago in a London tranny club called the Philbeach Hotel in Earl's Court, where Monday was the evening when gurls could dress and be themselves, discreetly and safely, otherwise it was a gay venue.At the end of the night, there. . Mmmm, just keep that up, sweetheart."I feel an orgasm coming, and I just know that my uterus is in a condition to gush forth with the climax. Now this is definitely the right way for the bride to finish the evening of her groom's bachelor party — the sort of ending that gives a woman real peace of mind -- with him servicing her!Well, at least I know that Stewart didn't go over the line earlier tonight. Danny made sure of that. Danny had assured me in advance that although Stewart would get to. . or something like that.After they left, I sought out Mage Evenglow in the library and made her write up a list of worker types and their jobs. The list was extensive and covered everything from cook to hunter to blacksmith to farmer, even merchants were a worker type. I came to the conclusion that ‘worker’ wasn’t a profession but a caste. I wish I had known that earlier, but I had no way of knowing how to ask, or that I needed to.When Sun and her team returned a week later, she reported that. As their time ended they filed out, used my cleaning facilities and departed the property. I sat still, shocked in my camera room watching her laying there in position. I hadn’t instructed her to do this; to be a whore. She did that all on her own, and enjoyed it! My little slut was in for a mighty punishment. “Constantine, COME!” I commanded him as I strode down the hall; whip in hand, a leash in the other. I stood motionless in front of the closed door, knowing full well the slut, Melanie,.