SirGray dresses in his Knight's clothing.Realizing this was probably the last time he was going to be in MissGreta's chambers Sir Gray picks up her re... silk dress and holds itagainst his face. Oh how loved wearing it when he had her form. With aslight hint of regret he places the dress back into her wardrobe."Sir Gray did really enjoy being Miss Greta these past days. Perhaps onemore night in her form wouldn't hurt. The only part he didn't like wastraveling in her form. Miss Greta's body was. Happily, insomnia was not a problem with anybody tonight.But, sadly for our by now exhausted heroine, a group of returning revellers did happen to pass by at this time. The sound of their maudlin delight rent the air."Nice one darling! Lovely f*cking arsehole! Now turn round and let's have a look at the front. Come on sweetheart".She ignored this cacophonous and very unwelcome compliment and hurried towards the door. It seemed that the young men were debating among themselves whether to come. Or this canbecome much worse.?I glared at her defiantly, my lips firm and my jaw clenched. She simplysmiled. ?There?s still too much Ryan in you. You have until the count ofthree to answer my question. Were you disgusted by me before??This was not a battle I could win. It was the equivalent of theminefield, the loaded gun question of the ages- "Do I look fat in this?"This was the question now asked of millions of viewers on YouTube onweight loss channels, but the answer, no matter what, would. I had a grope, tickled her clitoris, got my mouth on to her belly, my lips outside her cunt, we fucked, and again she went to her cow’s teats. All this was in broad day-light, although evening was coming on.She finished milking. “I ought to go to the hay”, said she; but I would not let her, held her back, and swore if she went I would follow her. “What have I done?” said she, “I must be mad.” Then she took as was her custom, milk up to the Hall, I awaited her return, looking at my cock from.