Debray, with the air of a man familiar with the house, entered first into the court, threw his bridle into the hands of a footman, and returned to the... door to receive Madame Danglars, to whom he offered his arm, to conduct her to her apartments. The gate once closed, and Debray and the baroness alone in the court, he asked, --"What was the matter with you, Hermine? and why were you so affected at that story, or rather fable, which the count related?" Because I have been in such shocking spirits. It took a very brave and resilient young lady to do what she had to do and survive both mentally and physically. Yet, as much as I sympathize with her, I also have a young Alpha here who damn near gave his life to save hers. He could have stood there, done nothing, and not been shot. But he refused to allow her to be sold as a slave. With her father dead, the slavers who were left alive would have taken her with them."Chances are that at some point Art saw someone, or was in some way involved. We sat and ate, talking about clothes, shoes, hair and makeup. She said she would help me to become a real girl and that I could come over to her house any time to dress up. After the food, I helped her wash and dry the dishes. We sat down and talked some more until it became dark outside. I had to go home but I didn't want to go back to being a boy. She told me I could keep the panties and bra and wear them underneath my clothing so I could feel a little more girly.When I got home I went. The scent was overwhelmingly strong but still sexually intoxicating to me. I placed my nose in my daughter’s wet, reeking pit, I sniffed then I began taking long licks, like a cat. Her pit hair was soft, smelly and wet, I was in fucking heaven. As I licked my daughter’s sweaty pit, she would stop sucking and giggle her little girl sounding giggle, “Hehehe, Daddy that tickles, mmm but I like it. No one has ever done that to me before.”As my daughter continued to kneel in front of her.