“Next week is going to be crazy busy, so a day spent lazing in the sun will be heaven.”“Good; why don’t you come around for breakfast; no set ...ime, just whenever you wake up. I can make you some pecan waffles, if you want.”“Sounds like a date; a breakfast date,” I said, and she laughed.“There will be a time when we have breakfast together pretty much every day,” she said.I looked at her to see if she said that as a joke; but she looked serious. I was unsure just how to respond; at least I knew. He appears to wait, his breath strained and quick against my neck as we lie in awe for a moment until I move again and gasp in pleasure. He almost immediately understands what I’m doing and slides out of me and then pushes back in. I quiver beneath him, my core rippling around his length, which prompts him to push away from me and take a stronger, firmer thrust, which causes me to cry out, my hips lifting from the floor to meet him halfway as he grips my waist tightly. The slow gentleness gone. "I brought the sides of the bra together at Jim's back and proceeded tohook the numerous hooks and eyes as Jim seemed to sigh in pleasure at thesensation. When Jim was securely firmed and packed with his breast forms,I brought over his petticoats and he stepped into them with a smile onhis lips. The tops of the petticoats fit snugly around his waist.Theybillowed out like a ballerina's tutu. I couldn't resist fluffing them up,just to see if his panties and girdle showed. They did, but I was. "Not a problem. Just let him lead the conversation, and you will be fine," Brevor instructed John.So it was that John waited the three days with a little trepidation. Finally the morning of the audience dawned bright and clear. John got into his RV as well as the Baron and two others. Several guards followed on horseback, in case they were needed.John drove out the north road, which was in fairly good repair. The king demanded his main roads be kept in good repair year round. Baron Brevor had.