I mean, it’s in case some kinda accident happens, since the yukata I wear over it’s so loose.” “Pasties? That’s like, professional,” Rebecca said appreciatively. “Like, professional voyeur cosplayers would wear those. Well, not professional. Uh... famous cosplayers? The good ones. Like models.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Are you going to dress up this year, Rebecca?” “Mmm-hmm!” Rebecca hummed, nodding sagaciously. “Just my normal summer soft-kit, though, and my fancy new sword and board.” “Your—what?” Chloe said, already lost. “Well, my soft kit is fighting garb,” Rebecca said, a slow smile spreading across her features. “My summer fighting garb. Viking stuff; boots, winnigas, kirtle, a linen undertunic. None o’ my armor, we’d call amateur that hard kit , and none of my lovely wool stuff, this time of year.” “And, ‘sword and board,’meaning ‘sword and shield,’” Emily added. “Rebecca public has the most gorgeous viking round shield I’ve ever seen at a LARP.” “You’re doing a... LARP roleplay thing, then?” Chloe asked. “No, no, I can’t do much in-character stuff this time. Pretty much all that’s on Sunday is the tournament. Still, there should be pov some teen worthwhile fights.” “Wait, you’re fighting at the convention?” Chloe asked, aghast. Clean up the mess on the pov floor then muck-out stable 2.” The girl stood up and started hosing her own shit away while Miguel turned to us 4 girls. Stepping into a small chamber that closed around him, he quickly emerged public from another chamber connected to the machine; teen at least, what looked like him. My eyes kept falling to the video still running on the laptop. “I did find myself growing nostalgic for your knife set mid-conversation.” Elena laughed, “If you can call what Mother and I had a ‘conversation.’” “Isn't she beautiful, Master?” she asked. Since the marriage was sexless I was jerking off multiple times every day. “When I snap my fingers, you will let me take you on a romantic date this weekend.” Jamal continued “we know a couple of girls who are dominant. When she let go I move one hand down to her pussy which was soaking wet. Once he was satisfied I'd sucked our juices from his cock he let me go and slowly undid my voyeur restraints. He was tanned and lean looking and had a mane of silver grey hair and a matching silver amateur beard and moustache.