Bueno, todo lo r?pido que me permit?anmis pies en su forzado ?ngulo. Me desnud? delante del espejo y empec? aexaminarme. Cada detalle. El cuero cabell...do, detr?s de las orejas, entrelos muslos, por las nalgas, los tobillos, todo el torso... y nada. Nohab?a ni una cicatriz. Ni una marca de operaci?n. Ten?a los mismoslunares en los mismos sitios que antes y alguna marca que me hice siendoni?o, pero eso era todo. Era una versi?n diferente de m?, igual pero almismo tiempo distinta. Lo que fuera que. After completing her morning toilette, she went downstairs to the kitchen, a bit surprised to see her daughter’s door open, though she was not inside. Niki had always kept her door closed in the past, a teenager’s need for privacy and sanctuary assured behind the closed door. Not today though. At least she had made her bed, she had trained her well, Carol mused, heading to the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee reaching her nostrils as she descended the carpeted stairs.Presented with the still. A Berber cook, captured in a caravan raid, watched three Chinese eunuchs under his supervision prepare a feast. Inside the ger the walls were hung with plum and gold silk. A carpet from the looms of Armenia covered the floor. On it were spread four chairs, on which sat the officers who would oversee that their raid into China was successful. Their commander was a man of some fifty years of age, the sort with a face that expressed both energy and resolution. He wore a plush, velvet hat. "Do you want me to cover up, then?" She answered with an emphatic shake of her head. "Sarah, you have such a wonderful, sexy touch. I would do anything you want to get you to touch me more."She was already fondling him, but asked "Aren't you embarrassed, though?" I'm happy with my body. I like you a lot. If it pleases you to see me like this, then, no, I'm not embarrassed." That made her pause for thought, even though her fingers kept on kneading his stiff shaft.Suddenly, almost frantically,.