" All right then," smiled Shanti, "I'll meet you in my room in ten minutes." No pajamas," laughed Claire as she entered the housekeeper's room in nigh...tgown and robe.Shanti wore a filmy chemise negligee which did little to cover her. Her breasts and nest hair were clearly visible for she wore nothing underneath. She smiled to herself as she noted that Claire's eyes scanned her twice and the other woman had trouble keeping her eyes off Shanti's melon sized breasts.They sat on the bed and sipped. She looked a bit frightened actually, as if hesitating. But she did as I asked, and spread herself out before me, her damp hair fanning out on my pillow. She spread her legs, knowing I wanted to see her pussy and probably play with it. As I slid down and positioned my face over her, she smiled and knew what I was going to do. I held her thighs open and slowly licked the flat of my tongue from the base of her cunt to her clit. She shivered underneath me, and groaned at the feeling. She was so. I've never been wounded, even to the smallest scratch. I honestly don't know how much is luck and how much is skill, but I'm a survivor. Sometime early during my second year in the Army, an officer noticed my record and figured that either I was a shirker and a coward, or that I was highly skilled in evasion. Therefore, he made me a scout. He figured that if I was the former, I wouldn't last long enough to be a problem, and if I was the latter, I would be a valuable addition to his command. I. The council had originally planned to castrate them magically, turning theminto living Ken dolls, but when they heard my plan they voted to go withit. It was much more blatant, but much more punishing.Two weeks later I got together with a group of sorceresses who were likeme, men who had been too powerful to be inducted in to the male order, sowere transformed into women in order to be absorbed into the WhiteSisterhood. I did this for two reasons. One, these ex-men tended to beamongst the.