If you tell those outside that you are here he will be unable to blame the British for your death."The Rajah did not reply.I continued "On the other h...nd the women are getting impatient. They are heating a poker to push up your arse because they think that might make you squeal. I think it will, don't you?"That drew a response. The Rajah turned pale. "They wouldn't do that!!" he squeaked."Oh yes they will. The poker isn't hot enough yet so they might castrate you first as an appetiser." Please. I saw that her nipples were hard and I gently got on the bed and knelt beside her head and shoulders. I played with her nipples by pinching and pulling them, getting harder each second. I was kneeling next to her head and I let my cock touch her lips and I ran the head up her neck to her lips. She opened her mouth and I slid the hard cock over her open lips but not going inside her mouth, just along the shaft up to my balls and then back to the tip. Her tongue licked and savored the taste and. ." I knew what was coming, so I interrupted her. "If you don't believe it,then fake it. Because if you let it show, you don't think you're hot, youdon't look as hot. I don't know, maybe it would help if you just pretendedyou were alone, and just performing in front of a mirror." "I don't think I can. I can't stop thinking about you how you'rewatching me, judging." "Well, there's always the old advice of picturing your audience in theirunderwear." She laughed at that, and I smiled. . I also knew that I loved to beseductively dressed in flimsy see through lingerie in the privacy of myapartment. Sometimes I found myself dwelling on what it would be like toactually go with one of these men who wanted me for "more". I wonderedhow I would feel in the role of being, kissed, caressed, hugged and more.Dressing up as a girl for me is joyously sensual and emotionallyrewarding. I must admit that it is also sexually stimulating to feel thewonder of nylons, silks and feminine things.