I seemed to enjoy putting on the make up and the sexy dresses. The feel of the light smooth skirts on my legs and the unrestricted movement that trous...rs don't provide usually left me quite excited.Some of this was noticed by Rohana, the head slave, who must have reported this to Princess Laila. The princess used to tease me and call me a sissy and such reports pleased her immensely.That I had become a complete slave was for sure. Every time I saw the princess I was to kneel down with my hands. Well, I found it.”“What was it?”“It’s you, Crystal. George loves Emily ... and I love you.”Her jaw slackened. “No ... no, Richard. Stop.” She stood and stepped away from him.“Crystal -- wait. Please hear me out and then I’ll leave you alone.”She sat on the bench. “All right. Finish what you started to say.”“In the funeral scene when George was grieving ... those were real tears, Crystal. I was imagining how I would feel if I lost you the way George lost her. It all came out like a volcano.” He. Masturbation? Bad. Sex? Badder! Most Bad! This went over about as well as you would expect. I masturbated. I found porn. My friends made copies of stuff and slipped it to me on burnt CD-ROMs disguised as music. (Which triggered a lecture on music piracy when those were discovered.) When the internet got big, she limited our access to it and had some weird-ass software installed on the router that blocked access to most pornography. It didn't completely stop me from watching porn when I wanted. Doing?" she whispered hoarsely."Just testing," I said."Testing what?" Why, testing the place I want to kiss and lick and suck." You... you what?" she demanded."Just testing what I want to kiss and lick and suck," I responded, moving my finger around her little button.Again she gasped. "Why... would you... do that?" she struggled with the words."Because... you are so beautiful and sexy and desirable," I said, hoping the truth would not scare her away."You think I'm... sexy?" Absolutely!" Would.
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