With the waist-cinching corset and hip-thrusting effects of the stiletto heels and the ridiculously convincing theatrical make-up and the shamelessly ...lirty short dress and lingerie, I really blew myself away. I could have passed for Christina Aguilera's or Britney Spears' or Pam Anderson's bimbo cousin. It stunned me how much I looked like, well, a Barbie Doll. It was insane but there I was. Why did I look so convincing as a girl? All the girly equipment worked perfectly. The impossible. 'Very nice slave, I am proud of you.' She gets up and walks back to her draw. She comes back wearing a eight inch strap on. My eyes lit up with excitement. She pulled down my skirt and my soaked pink thong. She looked at me up and down and irritated, said 'Look how wet you are little slut! I tell you when to get wet, understand?' Oh I understood, I just couldn't help it with such a sexy girl.She started to tease me with the strap on, rubbing it against my slit. I could feel all the sexual. The tugging sensation in his belly had vanished as he crossed the threshold of the archway, leaving him bereft of its presence for the first time in days.After a few moments of feeling his way in the dark, he stopped, chuckling to himself. Why was he walking blind when he didn’t need to? He tapped into the vala, instantly heightening his senses. He still couldn’t see with his eyes, but now, at least, he could feel the space around him. He expanded his presence out to about ten feet, giving him. ‘I have no reason to suspect he will not,’ I called back. ‘My brother will not leave us to this jackal,’ Angelica added. Neither of us believed what we were saying. It was time that we needed. Angelica had maneuvered five days for us to think. The Wolf could not breach our walls in that time, having brought no siege engines with him. He would come back with a better offer as the costs of his campaign mounted. Men do not campaign for free. The court seemed to half believe us, not that much.