Eventually, her clit swelled up so much that its tip ran up and down the hairbrush handle as it thrust in and out. Andrea was a tiny blonde, her b...ody all soft peaches and cream. Between her legs was a soft white mound with the smallest hint of pink inside a smooth slit. Her fingers pressed to both sides of the mound and barely exposed what was hidden within—a small, perfectly erect little clit that refused to stay under a receding hood. Its tip squeezing between the white outer lips, she. He appeared very disturbed when he dismissed me to look for you," the Sergeant told us in very rapid Thai."Exactly what did he say?" Chanthra asked him in her quiet voice and much more slowly."He said 'find that Amulet woman and her large Fa-rung bodyguard and bring them here immediately'," he told us in a more quiet and slower voice."Where is the Governor presently?" Chanthra asked him. "Is he at home or elsewhere?" He is in his office, here in the city," the Sergeant informed us."We will go. "When she returned, I held her tightly against me in a perfect spoon and the next thing I knew sun light was coming in the window. When I returned from the bathroom she was stretching around like a cat. "Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?" Please tell me that wasn't all a dream. I have fond memories of last night in spite of the fact that you had to scare away the burglars." If you look at the mess on the bed and sniff around a little you will know quickly that it wasn't a dream." I. Not a masculine scent at all. Surely as Mistress intended, though, it immediately became the aroma that I associated with my status, the smell replacing the clothes I used to wear, which had labeled me as an upper middle class professional.Clean and scented, I climbed the stairs out of the basement, up to the main level of the house. Funny, I can still remember how odd it felt at the time for my half erect cock to jut out, swinging freely as I entered the kitchen. Of course, I've long since.