It would have been gloomy so far from the fire pits, but they had some kind of metal lamp in which a familiar, bright flame burned. It must be fueled ...by the same animal fat that they used for the pits. This was another item that Schaffer was certain they could not have made themselves, where would these simple people obtain the shaped glass that shielded the flame? They certainly had no glass blowing facilities in their hall. Glasswork, metallurgy, these techniques should be beyond them. They. The bras did their work. It might have felt strange but the irritationwas gone. It was interesting when my nipples were exposed, they tendedto become rigid. The other thing was that my areolas had started toexpand a little and darken. Sam and I had another visit to Marks andSpencer. This time I was a bit more adventurous in my choice of colour,styles and materials. I thought that I may as well enjoy the sensationof wearing women's underwear.The second event was my visit to the endocrinologist.. His blue eyes stare back at him from the small mirror his blond hair is muddled as always, despite your efforts. After putting on a t-shirt and jeans, he rubs his eyes, trying to clear the lethargy of his mind that seemed to have fallen on him over the last few days. As he stumbles groggily down the stairs, he glances at the calendar hanging on the wall opposite the bottom of the stairs. Saturday, January 9th; it?s his 22nd today, he?s hoping for a fun day.As he?s entering the kitchen, he sees. "That's settled, then." The blonde drew a long "S" down the length of Bobbi's belly, circling her navel twice before continuing to the waist of her pants. "You can watch." The deft hands unclasped her belt, undid her pants and let them drop to the floor. Bobbi squirmed against this new vulnerability. Her feet trapped in the puddle of pants, shoes still on, she felt the coolness of the wall on her bare ass. She heard a low coo from her captor as the free hand slid over her hips, caressing and.