The jean bikini was a rather tight fit. Allison wiped her brown hair of shoulder length out of her face. Carrie briskly pulled down her bikini.Allison...sent Carrie on her way with a parting solid spank from the back alley office.“The point is moot,” Allison said.Brazenly, Allison gave Carrie a burgundy red fine bottom, a not so gentle squeeze. The agent’s spanked bottom reared up in reaction. Allison had a fascination with all things ass and anal. Carrie sat down rather gingerly as her bottom. "I started dressing when I was around 8 and you started allowing meto help out around the house with laundry and such. My allowance money I spent on my clothes until I was old enough to workand make my own money." Is it just the thrill of wearing the clothes?" his mother asked."No it?s not just the clothes." Jeff confessed. "You have no idea what it?s like to look at a guy and wish you were beautifulenough to have him like you back." Yes I do." She said sweetly. "I was a young woman myself. A group of us had gotten into the habit of "finding" and consuming a beer or seven and one night her cousin brought her along. The fire was hot and the beer was cold and we were high on life. Picture the scene around a fire with a "borrowed" keg and not a single responsible person, adult or otherwise,with-in shouting distance. Shouting distance was maintained until the music got a tad loud and the fevers ran hot and the cops came. We split. I found a little hand grasping mine as I crashed. Dev soon found himself turning over his horse to a guard, with his sword and dirk hanging from the pommel. He walked the hundred feet or so to the palace. He felt the crawly sensation of being watched. Well, considering this was the palace of the King, he would be surprised not to find himself being watched.He went to a door at the front of the palace that had two guards standing outside of it."State your business," one asked him."I am here to see Lord Benaldin," Dev responded.The guard who had.