Whatever you say, Mistress.”Gretchen wrapped an arm around Nina’s waist and pulled her in closer. She moved the arm down until her hand was cupped...around one side of Nina’s rear. She gave the cheek a hard pinch, making Nina flinch.“Ow, that hurt!”“Consider yourself punished.” Gretchen gave her a wink and a sly grin. “Unless, that is, you fail to see to me getting well fucked tonight. If I’m not satisfied then we may have to up the level of punishment, and see about those orgasm. Now at 40 he had survived many Louisianan/Texas hurricanes and floods.Alex was only 20, a New York boy, Hurricanes were new to him and feared. He had been an assistant manager at a mid sized Inn. An in style, sharp and immaculate dresser. Everything neat, in place, coordinated with his added wit and charm. Alex had moved next door in Dexter's duplex and it didn't take long for him to know he was a Fem Boy. He was chatty, feminine in his ways and came home to quickly change into feminine style. A woman had to be foolhardy to travel by herself, so I dipped into my funds, bought some cloth to trade and a donkey to carry it, and joined a caravan that was headed in that general direction.The land looked vaguely familiar, but all of that land looked vaguely familiar. When you have tramped over as many roads as I have they all begin to look alike. And I had probably walked over these same hills when I was a slave to a caravan master in the time before the Assyrians. But four days after I. She drank the whole thing down in one swig and asked for more.“I’m really cold. Could I please have something to dry off with?”“What? Oh! Yeah. Hang on.”I ran upstairs, cursing myself for not thinking of covering her nudity. I grabbed a towel out of the bathroom closet and then one of my sweatshirts. I ran downstairs skipping three steps at a time.“Here you can dry with this, and this sweatshirt should be big enough to cover everything.”“Thank you.”She quickly dried her body. Her breasts barely.