Free women do not show their bodies under any circumstances, not onthis planet.I can?t help recalling my mission, and the purpose for the PriestKings ...bringing about this incredible transformation. While my femalebody is clothed now, the next man to see me naked is likely to be mycaptor.?Try to stand, Lady Aurore,? Misk requests.My new title sounds very strange to me.Awkwardly, I comply. The robe parts as I move my ankles, and I flashbare leg up to my knee.Then I almost overbalance. I?m not. And really, what harm could come from wearing the jewelry for a few minutes?I set the timer in my kitchen for six minutes, to count in time to put them on and walk to the bathroom. I slipped one on to my left nipple and tightened the loop, moaning quietly as it fit snuggly to me. I repeated the procedure with the right nipple, growing just a tad damp at the constant pressure on my nipples. Every step I took made the jewelry swing side to side, creating even more sensation for my sensitive. Beverly had woken up on the side of the road, fortunately not far from home. She had never risked a repeat of that experience.After a couple of years of college she had found her parents concern for her to be a little stifling, moving down to Cornwall and leaving all her friends and family behind had been hard for her but at least Beverly could try to get on with her life, for what it was worth.Now at twenty one Beverly had a tiny bedsit and a job as a driver for a small parcel delivery firm.. He realized he had been daydreaming. It must’ve been time to take her upstairs.“What’s what mean?”“Striking. Look he talks about striking each time he gets all whiny about his wife Jennifer changing,” she said. “Also, did you get to the part where he starts fucking his daughter-in-law. God he’s whiny apologizing to his son.”“Striking. Striking. Striking.” Ron growled. He flipped through Veidt’s technical notes until he found the subheading at the bottom of a page. Shit. He had knocked them out.