Posterity will ne’er surveyA Nobler grave than this:Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:Stop, traveller, and p----s!’I gave a snort of suppressed la...ghter, and then looked enquiringly at Boris.“And this childish vulgarity has caused Wellington to despatch you to Livorno to engage my services, and thus prevent me leaving for France?”“Not just Wellington, the entire select committee want Byron boxed and...”“Byron is to be killed for this ... juvenile ... jape?”Boris leaned forward across the desk,. My ass seemed a bit more plump to me, and it felt a bit fatter around my hips and chest area. It wasn’t just thinking that maybe there was small changes going on in my body. I also felt there might be something wrong with my mind. I couldn’t really think straight. I used to be kind of intelligent but I couldn’t read anything more complicated then a girly magazine or I got a headache. I very rarely thought of anything more ambitious than new woman clothes I would like to buy, or how I might. Eventually I did it. She was down on the floor, over a mat that covered it and was looking over at me with lust. She was also grinning. I didn’t need for her to speak to understand that she was self-satisfied to have me brought to the verge of cumming and that she was also glad I have not, so that we could go on some more.My guess was confirmed when she got on all fours, bent over and stuck her ass into the air, wiggling it to invite me to hurry and fuck her. I needed no further encouragement:. “You look warm and friendly and kind and gentle and you’re beautiful and sexy and…”“I can’t possibly be all those things,” she said, but kindly.“So which ones aren’t you?” I teased.“I’m not beautiful and I’m not sexy.”“That’s purely your own assessment,” I said. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so I’m entitled to my opinion, and as for sexy, I would like to…”“Yes?”“I would like to get my head between your legs and lick you and stay there all night.”“Oh my God,” she said. “You’d better.