It was clear that Tracy's goal offeminizing me seemed to be working. I felt delicate and powerless andresigned to passively accepting what Tracy told ...e to do. At least I wasglad that I would get to lick yet another vagina. Alicia was voluptuouswith a larger bosom than even Tracy and she had very sexy hips. She waswearing a short tan skirt and a sleeveless white top."So how do we do this?" Alicia said."You pee and then tell me when you're ready for me to lick you." I know that, but I need to. JudgmentBéla was back aboard the great ship, confined to unfamiliar, cramped quarters under house arrest after turning herself in for killing a landowner. The Bard Geoffrey and two of her sisters, Dawn and Jolene, were currently managing the estates that she'd acquired from Robert LaCrosse, whom she was accused of murdering with her mind.Over the last month, the daughters of Sibilius had gone down to the surface and, following Béla's example of representing themselves as goddesses, successfully. We stopped in a town fifty miles from home for supper and afterwards I accompanied him to a local bar and grill. Younhsd to be eighteen to drink legally, but I was big for s*******n and no one else knew me so I enjoyed the beers John bought me before we retired to our room in a local comfortable reasonably priced hotel. Once in our one bed John stripped to tee shirt and underpants as did I. “Have you ever beat off a guy,s cock?” he asked. “Yes.” I replied truthfully. “I,ll beat you off if you. All that was left was our underwear.“Get the camera, Alastair,” said Bill, motioning to another large backpack near the door. It was clear Alastair was the photographer in the group, and he proved it by pulling out and setting up a professional kit of lights, tripods, and cameras covering every angle of the bed. “All set,” he nodded at Bill, who nodded at me. “Lights, camera, action, Phillip,” he said, motioning meaningfully at the muffin naked on the bed.“OK,” I thought. “They want a show..