For the first time in hours, the knot of tension in my stomachrelaxed, just a little. For one thing, I was unrecognisable. Looking asI did, it was har... to imagine anyone twigging my identity - certainlynot without close inspection. For another, I was almost ... pretty. Themakeup was not the pancaked caricature of the drag queen, but a subtleuse of tones and textures to suggest femininity. Minus the tell-talestubble, and with my cheekbones and jawline altered, I could almost passas the young. " He said. Jane shuddered again, that word never seemed to pass without going deep within her. She rose from the couch and quickly undressed, careful to neatly fold each article of clothing as she removed it. Finally she was down to her panties and as she held then to her thigh to fold them he simply snapped his fingers. Jane pressed the still warm cotton into his hand and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her knees were spread and each wrist lay on her thighs palm up. She kept her eyes. Her handsscrambled along the cabinet behind her, looking for something to grasp.Then she reached down and clutched my hair as her back arched again, andshe threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy! She bucked violently inthe throws of orgasm. I tasted her sweet juices as they flowed into mymouth, drinking deeply of her lust. When I stood again and looked intoher eyes, they were filled with rapture. I gathered her up in my arms as her thighs went round my waist again,and laid her down. I can't l-l-l-..." You doubt my judgment again?" you sigh, unaffected."N-n-no, Mylady!" the knave replies, continuing to hide his eyes behind his hand."Look at me!" you repeat with a commanding tone."O-o-of course, Myl-l-l-...," he starts, but couldn't end the sentence.His jaw hits the ground at the sight of your naked body, even though he can only see your bare breasts and the curves of your body since your thighs are modestly closed with your folded hands lying on your lap."You should be.