I was not yet twenty five, but the customs of my country were becoming less important to me. I was no longer a virgin, no longer a princess, now I was... simply a woman. And arguably a slave. Tir referred to me as such, but he didn’t treat either I or Enjine exactly as one. He made passing reference to the fact that in this land, only nobility could keep slaves, and he was not a noble. I smelled a rationalization. There was movement behind me, I ignored it. He knew I was ignoring it, too. His. Wie fein istdenn der Laden? Ich meine wegen der Kleidung." Ein ganz normales Steakhaus, Maredo. Was da zu erwarten ist, wei?t duja."Ich nicke, die Buden sind ja ?berall mehr oder weniger gleich und machemich, kaum da? Petra aus der T?r ist, ans Auspacken. So sehr die ganzenSchr?nke das Zimmer klein machen, so froh bin ich aber ?ber denreichlichen Stauraum. Ich kriege alles locker hinein, ohne, wie in derSchule, Sachen noch hintereinander stapeln zu m?ssen. Ich schaue auf dieUhr nachdem ich. ‘Now, earrings!’ I tried to protest, flustered, but she promptly put a cork behind my right ear and made a hole with a pin. ‘It’ll only hurt for a minute, and now you need the other one doing or you’ll look like an idiot!’ She shouted, as if I didn’t already feel one sat with my oldest friend fully in women’s clothes and makeup. She quickly did the other one and put two stud earrings in, pink stars. ‘Fantastic, now they’re just for when you go home, next time you see him feel free to borrow. ” He had that disappointed look…his body was ready to release…on the verge…I was teasing my fine, well-endowed young son…So he sat his naked bottom on his chair, his stiff cock dripping, then softening. “Mom’s like licking, too,” I said. “Would you like to lick me?” It was that moment when we moved beyond a blow job to another level. “Sure Mom,” he said…“is that my new lesson you promised? That’s all I could think about all day at school…was my lesson.” “Come here and give me a kiss,” .