The Royal seamstresses of Midhal had worked their own brand of magic, and the dresses were magnificent. Plover's in particular was striking. Her dress...was a bright leaf-green, and swirled around her like a plant unfolding in the morning light. Her hair was colored the red of rose petals, and it too swirled, coiled like a rosebud high on her head. Everything worked perfectly with the slight green cast of her skin and lips."You look the very fairy tale image of a Wood Wife." Marsh commented.We. My fake breasts pulled at the material inan unfamiliar strain, but I found that exciting. Promptly at 8, I openedthe door to my room and drew up my courage before I walked down thestairs to see Mrs. Benson. I stood in front of her door, wanting to tell, yet afraid of what shemight say. I looked upon her like the Mother I never really had, anddidn't want to hurt her; but over the last few years we had talked aboutmany things, and she never once recoiled, so, slightly scared, I raisedmy hand and. .. Aren't you going to try it on? Erika wants you to wear it for the party. Take your pearls off, turn around and I'll fasten it for you." She waits while he fumbles with the fastening. He is nervous; she had not realised. "There! It looks fabulous on you."As she stares at the necklace around her neck, a stark, cold thought comes to her. She remembers a documentary about the Czar and his family, how they were murdered — shot and bayoneted by revolutionaries in a basement. The jewels had been. Tracy remained clothed. I got into the tub, and she took a luffa, and began to bathe me.After about five minutes, Tracy left the room, came back in a bath robe. She dropped the robe. For the first time, I saw Tracy’s beautiful body. D-cup breasts, perfect body, shaved pussy. She got into the tub, laid her back over my body. I took the luffa and bathed Tracy.After about half an hour, Tracy exited the tub, and led me to the bedroom.We got into bed. We embraced, kissed, and caressed each other..