" He went on to compliment the rest of my body, stating that I was what a real woman should look like and not to fuss over my appearance. "Sometimes w... don't want the hair-pressed, manicured nails, glossy, glitzy, glamorous trophy in our bed." He commented. "We just want soft skin to lose ourselves into..that mother figure we remember so vaguely in our c***dhood but much more passionate." I asked for photos [but not of his face] and I received body ones. He always had his privates covered as he. You, Mara, Concubine of the Throne, could be the one in control now.Yes, the thought grows more appealing with each second of deliberation.You go down and take Plagueis' ring, crown, and scepter, banish the two carcasses, then turn and strut into the inner sanctum. There, on a wide, low dias, is the throne. Tall and ornate, a silver chair studded with magic gems that store extra mana to fuel powerful rituals, and reinforced with a powerful binding curse that connects the minds and powers of all. She continued quickly, "It will give you the chance totry out your Yankee Swap gift."There it was. Ken wondered if she would bring up the gift. He wasactually surprised she had said it within 30 minutes of him entering thehouse. He needed to get to the bottom of this. However, he was alsostill raw from the emotional roller coaster of the past few days, and wasbarely keeping a grip on his newly restored memories of his previouscross dressing exploits. In fact, he had almost decided to stay. It was cold as hell and a fair breeze blowing. His ear was still dripping some, but I guessed the cold would stop it. The dark-haired woman looked again at the shivering Brit's groin. She laughed, and we stripped the two dead soldiers, tossing their boots into the barn and finding only a few coins in their pockets."I didn't hear any shots," the woman said as she bundled up the dead men's shirts and uniforms. We did not bother with their soiled small clothes or stockings."I was over there," I.