"That's a good boy, Holmes. Now just quiet down and sit still for aminute," the fellow said good-naturedly.Pamela knew she was in love and the very no...tion made her shudder onceagain. She wiped her forehead with the tips of her fingers, able to feelhow she had suddenly begun to sweat profusely. "You too, Bix," she said,her voice cracking and her throat gone dry and parched."Bix? Why Bix?" asked the young man, turning to stare at her the way hehad done earlier. And, for a second time, their eyes. I'm the occassional cross dresser: I'll sometimes dress when my wife isat work on the weekends. (She tolerates my inclination, but more thananything it just depresses her so I try to keep it out of sight.) I'mtoo tall and have too rugged a face to pass, but will occassionallyventure out to "feel the wind" in settings where I know I won't run intoanyone.But Harley Quinn. Heavy, smudged makeup: anyone could do that. Tendrilsof hair over the face would hide (a little) my male bone structure. . "Y'touch one curly blonde hair on that young'uns head, or anywhere else, an' I'll fry y' bleedin' stones. Keep y'hand's to y'self and y'britches buttoned tight. Jus' do yer bleeding job and get yer ass back here fas' as you can." He turned away, already unbuttoned and the woman sitting on his cot smiled up at him.I gave his back what passed for a salute, got my gear together, sharpened my blade, drew fresh powder, checked my mare's shoes and went to meet the girl, Mrs. Major F--. She was. You can’t cum until I tell you. Rub your clitoris! Fuck your pussy!” Jasmin was fucking herself harder than she ever had. Her pussy was so wet you could hear it slurping as her fingers fucked her. She was moaning, the only thing keeping her from having an orgasm was that Richard hadn’t told her she could yet.“You will have the most intense orgasm on my command. Fuck yourself with your fingers whilst your thumb still rubs your clit on over stroke.” Jasmin’s face and chest were flushed bright.