tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529439204350761112024-03-18T18:24:17.959+00:00Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.comBlogger1387125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-78501674442598636762024-03-18T06:00:00.001+00:002024-03-18T06:00:00.138+00:00New Art . Going Down<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUM09DntdHhiOo22P3aLh6YwuqpN8mQndO9VTulYHNPq5IbpHiHVp-LIVxfAp-5GZ0_vyqoM33cbpAYPK93tc3qqbGsgeZJIMT-qYnvR5gY41BOohcFkXwC2wkly4o2UB8Xt8DC1FKd3B6ywuQ9HKGEwEwowFzJJxdZAHwolg6gpidVz-ZohhKjFy4jhl/s388/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="283" data-original-width="388" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUM09DntdHhiOo22P3aLh6YwuqpN8mQndO9VTulYHNPq5IbpHiHVp-LIVxfAp-5GZ0_vyqoM33cbpAYPK93tc3qqbGsgeZJIMT-qYnvR5gY41BOohcFkXwC2wkly4o2UB8Xt8DC1FKd3B6ywuQ9HKGEwEwowFzJJxdZAHwolg6gpidVz-ZohhKjFy4jhl/w268-h195/pre.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>It is Monday and</div><div>that means we get</div><div>a lovely new treat</div><div>from our dear friend </div><div>Christeen.</div><div>This is really super</div><div>cute and I am</div><div>sure you will love it</div><div>XX</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Time to share the completed version of a piece created and shared over on Patreon a few weeks ago.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It is kind of part two in a 3 part series of misadventures for Andy and Will set in a Lift. The first part only being a rough draft, but one that set our dear Skinnie S on a creative spree.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Young love and passion can not be controlled and our two adoring sweethearts find every opportunity, when out of Aunt Janes gaze, to entwine themselves in loves heated embrace.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> So here they are in a potentially embarrassing situation, with both holding their breath and praying no one turns round.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hope you like this</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWUZlyrI4Qx1yRAbJpPNFCyp9FgJ2IvLtSIOstU9ORP7PO8QMpQ1Bbs1cKfHV2qP5srRGo2UB_z6aOXP9lLvjMFqHds_0x8OInJ5oCTTOwc_1KBTLyTOaj64GWcdeS-S1daWs_uKZ9c2pLWwvMbtzgeVy0d0EHgqhrK9Qdfw-sHMliCDSKJF7OLepD9Gn/s6016/Going%20Down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="6016" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSWUZlyrI4Qx1yRAbJpPNFCyp9FgJ2IvLtSIOstU9ORP7PO8QMpQ1Bbs1cKfHV2qP5srRGo2UB_z6aOXP9lLvjMFqHds_0x8OInJ5oCTTOwc_1KBTLyTOaj64GWcdeS-S1daWs_uKZ9c2pLWwvMbtzgeVy0d0EHgqhrK9Qdfw-sHMliCDSKJF7OLepD9Gn/w640-h542/Going%20Down.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I hope I captured on Will's face, both the shock at the door opening and the stress on his poor muscles as he and Andy remain perfectly still, not wishing to attract any attention.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It's also the first time we see Will in danger of being exposed as well. Naughty Naughty </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XX</span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-55551240956728964502024-03-15T06:00:00.001+00:002024-03-15T06:00:00.132+00:00Christeen on Friday <div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6RhoqhAlcSnNF5GN5y5WK2uuXhQ2-1RqXRFLgHzlAdb-XSC4F0C81dXMRX707HuzrnjJ3fBkLcRn6qhP_UpM5LQX1HHhzPqcA5yjL4xWFla4eEGzbnLywDV6VJo9G6gtHqBbypKxQqpP1zYz1f__kwORnVioiW-XiKsa-4LlD6AgZJ_Kf_pZq6jMQ4Ti/s487/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="477" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6RhoqhAlcSnNF5GN5y5WK2uuXhQ2-1RqXRFLgHzlAdb-XSC4F0C81dXMRX707HuzrnjJ3fBkLcRn6qhP_UpM5LQX1HHhzPqcA5yjL4xWFla4eEGzbnLywDV6VJo9G6gtHqBbypKxQqpP1zYz1f__kwORnVioiW-XiKsa-4LlD6AgZJ_Kf_pZq6jMQ4Ti/w250-h256/pre.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>We have seena loved</div><div>up Andy and Will a</div><div>few times so I thought </div><div>it was time we took a </div><div>step back to a time </div><div>when Andy was all </div><div>timid and nervous</div><div>and in need of a guiding</div><div>hand, however I think</div><div>this little hand was the</div><div>last hand Andy would</div><div>have wanted to be </div><div>lead by.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hope you are all well. First off right out of the box I must thank Christeen for continuing to allow me the honour and privilege of hosting her work, Thank Christeen so much XXX.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> So here we are, Friday has arrived again and we can put on the kettle and enjoys some more adventures with Chris</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfJbTZzPAeQvwbKvXvgSdzl9M85fa9cRACcIrTmSCgfRNfk10obAMmgVBvWXgNESONtfOyxOk16SfLVhLZroCFBSS0D5LzFJKCzAOJfu5gd7LTQc_NlFbUaX-AWQEaeeFsk2x4SmAsdR6i0AUgQ1gK8ql8Mn1nf2Fcj20cPt_wYjweD3zb4Z2pLFkOp8a/s2048/Christeen2398An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfJbTZzPAeQvwbKvXvgSdzl9M85fa9cRACcIrTmSCgfRNfk10obAMmgVBvWXgNESONtfOyxOk16SfLVhLZroCFBSS0D5LzFJKCzAOJfu5gd7LTQc_NlFbUaX-AWQEaeeFsk2x4SmAsdR6i0AUgQ1gK8ql8Mn1nf2Fcj20cPt_wYjweD3zb4Z2pLFkOp8a/w480-h640/Christeen2398An.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywAjfFvkbeLohfukAHXFxnGJiPT6jcn-r7Jfk5hSVumpckp-DHG8_zh26lquqLOs1g2SgDjUR0J7DNyRh-zALZn0jPwIj5abwTHLZTFh5P3iwqL9diEZshdARm0_nlg8-FnosgtqoXk4bTqjwn6BC8RUqhO_K1zJZy2AGfIYBsNgKysydynEbXE6mJgz8/s1583/Christeen2399An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1583" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywAjfFvkbeLohfukAHXFxnGJiPT6jcn-r7Jfk5hSVumpckp-DHG8_zh26lquqLOs1g2SgDjUR0J7DNyRh-zALZn0jPwIj5abwTHLZTFh5P3iwqL9diEZshdARm0_nlg8-FnosgtqoXk4bTqjwn6BC8RUqhO_K1zJZy2AGfIYBsNgKysydynEbXE6mJgz8/w444-h640/Christeen2399An.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xbavuscHra0Y6_HJOykFm4WHxPDOz9YZ5gIH9qyeEotyomqviuGlAPeF659atSAFQ310WinCCZccX451l6m5r59UwqPVPMIujTnqDJokDRUujQLKjTiWRa_hV-bu5tBJ-6xTvCtL9AbRz_2mXuwsZ05NE_rI49Kr18O3PrB-OyAFwRiVBI8Q5T8E6oM6/s1110/Christeen2400An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1110" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xbavuscHra0Y6_HJOykFm4WHxPDOz9YZ5gIH9qyeEotyomqviuGlAPeF659atSAFQ310WinCCZccX451l6m5r59UwqPVPMIujTnqDJokDRUujQLKjTiWRa_hV-bu5tBJ-6xTvCtL9AbRz_2mXuwsZ05NE_rI49Kr18O3PrB-OyAFwRiVBI8Q5T8E6oM6/w634-h640/Christeen2400An.jpg" width="634" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-5555135749653852262024-03-13T06:00:00.001+00:002024-03-13T06:00:00.150+00:00Wednesday with Jennifer and friends <div style="text-align: left;"><div> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Here we are and I hope you are all well. Time for a quick round up of a few little bits and bobs, which have come my way over the past few weeks.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Mostly clips, but all super gorgeous, including someone we have never met before but whom I have fallen for bigtime.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Also and most importantly we have a lovely little piece from our dear friend Jennifer Wilson.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hope you like this little fun collection.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> First, as promised a few weeks ago another clip of the stunning Emma Bunton in those slick pink legging. Beautiful </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dywm932Ir7DfsreDvQoT10-4W694vNBD9Dv-sXRNq3QNO-q7PepCEd_vNPJyb_EhoW66O3Z6_EocIKi-Ws4jw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now we have another clip of the stunning Zendaya. Not from the Dune premiere, but from the Louis Vuitton show a few months ago and if the lady looked slightly uncomfortable in that Chrome and Vinyl masterpiece she looks even more so in this stunning and dangerously unzipped gown.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkMFaVl57i00QM2_WeLuvoJtCPC8HAQla1aQUySKJ1QEqLNhd4cmiQVBU0fKt6GPnW-HBt2jvACNZMKwpcig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ok Take a breath because here come Nicola Steele. Who? I here you ask. This is the brilliant, businesswoman and entrepreneur Nicola Steele of The Venetia Steele boutique, featuring in her own online sales clips. You know me and my mature ladies, especially in vinyl, Leather or Latex. Well........... Just Wow!!!!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwfpCeA9DlgtLf4jHAwx5tkK5p6YtxtXtDOr-IQ008D3aY21S6Pw_Ttfs-w2Ndcg5wkDZmUBO8vUoyIrqVO3g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx5oW5lDk7Jk9fTQkUAje9Si6i3kICkwjjVUMRqJPJgUE32Bz0FaEySPEE_y_gjbzf3Ovim-8u2iiU1C-uK4w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">Have we calmed down yet, no me neither, but time waits for no one, so lets take brief glimpse at some stunning satin? blouses. Gotta say I love a flowing satin Blouse, but these ,look like some latex satin hybrid. Like amazing.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxKi5KSkj-VklMERsZMWGwcbONWoP3NncXgOFuAi7IwLaTlwiZntmLbkpCCbfXPFYz77oWAMlO1aWqbHgka2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And now as promised here is that super new story from Jennifer Wilson.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Jennifer, It is a pleasure to have you back on our blog XXX</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Jenny and the Maid</span></div><div>By</div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Jennifer Wilson, </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>part one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jenny, just on the wrong side of 40 had been posting vintage photos on Tumblr of girls in shiny rainwear for about a year when she received a private message another Tumblr member. It was just a compliment on her posts and Alan, his name, sounded quite friendly, so Jenny responded, thanking him. This started a communication between them, mainly about their common interests in rainwear fetish clothing.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>After a few to and fro messages Alan explained that his main fetish was actually with latex and PVC maids outfits and indeed he possessed quite a few and loved to dress himself up in them. He also let Jenny know that he liked to be called Alana as that was how he felt dressed up as a maid. This was fine by Jenny and she continued to correspond calling him Alana and learned that he/she spent most of her time wearing PVC, plastic or latex panties as they really turned him on. Jenny herself often wore latex undergarments and could understand completely the pleasure from doing this.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Their online friendship continued for a few months when it became obvious that they did not live too far away from each other, just a couple of towns distant. Alana asked if it would be OK if they met up for a coffee or lunch someday, but Jenny was hesitant at first and stalled off for a while making up excuses but really didn’t want to commit to anything more than just texting.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>A few weeks went by with weekly messaging between them but no further mention of meeting up. Jenny was happy with this as Alana was not pushing the request, it made it sound more sincere and she decided to risk meeting up. She made it very clear that it would be at a café in a shopping centre with lots of people around so that she could feel secure.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alana was over the moon that they could actually meet up and asked where they should go, anywhere she liked would be no problem for her.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Alana also asked if it would be alright with her if he came as Alana rather than Alan. Jenny had a think about this and decided it would be OK as long as she did not overdo things regarding appearance that she might be embarrassed fearing over the top make up and clothes. Alana promised he would be discrete and dress tastefully but could he wear his shiny raincoat as inclement weather was forecast?</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>So the following Saturday they met at Jenny’s favourite coffee shop around 10-00. Jenny had dressed herself in just slacks and blouse, nothing too adventurist, but she did don her very shiny black PVC hooded raincoat with the belt tightly fastened. She was a little apprehensive at what was going to happen but determined that nothing would take place she was not comfortable with.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Alana was easy to spot in her bright red shiny raincoat awaiting at a table when Jenny arrived. She stood up and welcomed Jenny with a hand shake and complimented her on the shiny raincoat. Jenny was pleased that, apart from the coat, Alana was dressed up just like any other shopper in a slack suit and smart black shoes with a low heel. A brunet wig of medium length adorned her head tied with a silk scarf and clip. She looked around mid-40’s with the minimum make up she had on with just a trace of lippy.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Coffee was ordered and conversation continued apace making Jenny comfortable with her enough for suggesting that they go back to her place for lunch. Alana had her car there and thought they could take it back to her place. Jenny noticed a suitcase on the back seat and asked why it was there. “I have some clothes in it that I thought it may be just possible for us to try some on. It was a wild guess I know but it would please me ever so much if you could see yourself going along with it”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Well we will see what you have and I will decided then.”</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Back at Jenny’s flat Alana with her suit case came inside and placed the case on the lounge. He opened it up to reveal lots of pink and white clothing and the welcome aroma of latex.</div><div><br /></div><div>“What I would really love is for you to dress me up as a French maid and take full control of me in any way you wish.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Jenny by this time was feeling quite OK and unconcerned of any dangers to herself so agreed to her request.</div><div><br /></div><div>They moved to the bedroom along with the suitcase and Jenny unpacked the latex clothes to see just what she had. Along with the pink maids dress was white frilly panties and bra both in latex. A white maid’s apron and hair cap along with white stockings also all in latex and a pair of 3” black heels. There was also a black long haired wig, very glossy and smooth.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>“Right” said Jenny, “This is how it is going to be, you must understand that I am now in complete control with this and any complaints from you we will be finished right now and you can home.”</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>“Please you can do or ask anything you like, I am at your mercy mistress Jenny.”</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>“First get undressed then I will see how to commence with these lovely clothes, I am impressed with what you have here and I am looking forward to doing this.”</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Alana undressed herself and stood there with the biggest hard on that Jenny had ever seen.</div><div><br /></div><div>“That will not do at all, very unfeminine, what are we going to do with that?</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>“Well I have a sort of small corset that holds it up against me tightly under the panties, so if we put that on first it shouldn’t look too bad.”</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>So the restrictive band thingy went on followed by the latex panties and the bra. Alana had a set of false boobs already on so that the bra fitted nicely. The latex stocking went on next with the help of some lubricant and lots of careful tugging. The pink dress fitted very well with the full length zip at the back pulled all the way up, finished off with the pinny. Next was the black wig and cap and shoes. Alana was now the picture of a perfect French maid and ready to serve.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>To be continued.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXXXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-81266209136751917132024-03-11T06:00:00.005+00:002024-03-11T06:00:00.135+00:00New Art. Bedtime for Andy<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1y_vXzlRwLww5VL8C0Gvq7nb7ON_HToRcHtNtKNelYVha_2PMy9llgv0Km-IDkto1503-YGk_Aqby38pG3J7E8_Eeb8XaZM6zQjj14vZY6UC8bycczIHDVg0nlcqkVoPnS7koGsGXoHar6L2dSiS_ITTTlrQovajd47lxA77-4vZKz2RTM6qJnOdJETj/s287/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="268" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1y_vXzlRwLww5VL8C0Gvq7nb7ON_HToRcHtNtKNelYVha_2PMy9llgv0Km-IDkto1503-YGk_Aqby38pG3J7E8_Eeb8XaZM6zQjj14vZY6UC8bycczIHDVg0nlcqkVoPnS7koGsGXoHar6L2dSiS_ITTTlrQovajd47lxA77-4vZKz2RTM6qJnOdJETj/w198-h212/pre.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>As ever Monday</div><div>is the day to enjoy </div><div>a brand new piece </div><div>of art from the </div><div>ever wonderful</div><div>Christeen.</div><div>But what is this </div><div>beauty presenting </div><div>with such a flourish?</div><div>Find out on Patreon</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hope you are all well XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> So today, as usual, we get to see a completed image, first previewed over on Patreon. This is an image directly connected to a Patreon exclusive, shared a few months ago and there was no way Andy would not meet one of these gorgeous ladies.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Of whom do I speak, well it can only be one of Knightley Manor's Bed Mistresses. Mature warm and charming, it is one of these masterpieces of classic beauty to whom a young boy, starting his journey, is entrusted each night.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Listen to her words, softly spoken a tell me you would rather be anywhere else at night.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">This image is set during Andy's first visit to Knightley Manor, home of the Sisterhood</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Big warm loving hugs</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlgDWqBeQOkDi8N8gKRyMU8g_WXw-ioGqHL_Lfx1HJ34tp8xnpDq9_KYy7lydynxT2_tUfdfDPgJPLE7a5mZH4b9fhjTaVc0c6F-QdBq1mq4nlWzUdt1sdKDRdEyDVFceL4TpXCbr-Lm844SutEs7vdBX1Yzv9BNVEZePxD7uBj8HYRf2bNvAjleePZOR/s6807/Welcome%20to%20the%20Sisterhood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="6807" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlgDWqBeQOkDi8N8gKRyMU8g_WXw-ioGqHL_Lfx1HJ34tp8xnpDq9_KYy7lydynxT2_tUfdfDPgJPLE7a5mZH4b9fhjTaVc0c6F-QdBq1mq4nlWzUdt1sdKDRdEyDVFceL4TpXCbr-Lm844SutEs7vdBX1Yzv9BNVEZePxD7uBj8HYRf2bNvAjleePZOR/w400-h299/Welcome%20to%20the%20Sisterhood.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1WEaZ1sDJM_NY0DBfYmhexLrjf7vAlDxkHI-MXD6N5XNmyKZ4snX4HptGT1jsbzVA_Alqier5cyFHDkBv0ggYtF5Emjd4iN1EKumYDPgtpSXMUmvmYJKe4lyLAhAY2QvT6bxe95ADW9opwh2URx8uWg5WwMY5Z-ta-fYuaGef4uaWWPHIwQHfIMGZsxD/s5907/Bedtime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="5907" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1WEaZ1sDJM_NY0DBfYmhexLrjf7vAlDxkHI-MXD6N5XNmyKZ4snX4HptGT1jsbzVA_Alqier5cyFHDkBv0ggYtF5Emjd4iN1EKumYDPgtpSXMUmvmYJKe4lyLAhAY2QvT6bxe95ADW9opwh2URx8uWg5WwMY5Z-ta-fYuaGef4uaWWPHIwQHfIMGZsxD/w640-h552/Bedtime.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSQdMewkbL6q1kYEgO6WmvqeF4TPCkIe5nx-n3MWypl7UAnGdcnIjq899Six883GxdtpB16B71vsHVb0PuYsRVWsPmvxqVaOzwUpzo190rBCMql1Lufp89hUVkpAotl3cCdgbiVvjXNyg5sdWyB-w4EFujpKYdkNHXlIQbUCWPelrjRriUNcky58mZogB/s5090/A%20question%20of%20trust.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="4458" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSQdMewkbL6q1kYEgO6WmvqeF4TPCkIe5nx-n3MWypl7UAnGdcnIjq899Six883GxdtpB16B71vsHVb0PuYsRVWsPmvxqVaOzwUpzo190rBCMql1Lufp89hUVkpAotl3cCdgbiVvjXNyg5sdWyB-w4EFujpKYdkNHXlIQbUCWPelrjRriUNcky58mZogB/w350-h400/A%20question%20of%20trust.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-74424556595519792652024-03-08T06:00:00.002+00:002024-03-08T06:00:00.132+00:00Here comes Friday with Christeen<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-xkSMa8qDUXJVEx0E99U-TYN6lcoWxIW4Ld0pycukOp2UXRYShFXvfI-VZaxk_kUoQACEiEdDzRGS_gUacw0mtgnex6BZaxqp_zoQv46xuD4Y3TMLWlH7cffHuebS_dgVsOCPAv0sTC8o7BMxSxQ3mrF84HNo8ZOwLv7Rdixa__NMY6jGRT-5sUvs7rr/s1025/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="1025" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-xkSMa8qDUXJVEx0E99U-TYN6lcoWxIW4Ld0pycukOp2UXRYShFXvfI-VZaxk_kUoQACEiEdDzRGS_gUacw0mtgnex6BZaxqp_zoQv46xuD4Y3TMLWlH7cffHuebS_dgVsOCPAv0sTC8o7BMxSxQ3mrF84HNo8ZOwLv7Rdixa__NMY6jGRT-5sUvs7rr/w266-h210/pre.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>On Patreon Today</div><div>A few weeks ago I </div><div>gave a sneak peek </div><div>at an image I had </div><div>been working on</div><div>and today we get </div><div>to see the fully</div><div>finished art work</div><div>but as ever it is </div><div>minus the all</div><div>important dialogue.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to Friday, we have got through another week and that means we deserve a treat and what better than to sit down and enjoy new art from our dear friend Christeen.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Big hugs to you all</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN7sIDdy9iOGi53ZpY-yAh-XP7DsieTh5JZOs4ZF_2JdCCZ3xUmc2yr09Jc6qD2jw3QpoyLwMkxTcc4oUE5fY1SUXNE5ToUlHeN4P3yWrfh52_MSyxPdOt9VdumyGNVJ5z0rSlgdPMM9p9TPKOc3nTutmuG3mFWAPHzirjvdrSY6ZgjAEN_8peIsUyX_mv/s1800/Christeen2392An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1454" data-original-width="1800" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN7sIDdy9iOGi53ZpY-yAh-XP7DsieTh5JZOs4ZF_2JdCCZ3xUmc2yr09Jc6qD2jw3QpoyLwMkxTcc4oUE5fY1SUXNE5ToUlHeN4P3yWrfh52_MSyxPdOt9VdumyGNVJ5z0rSlgdPMM9p9TPKOc3nTutmuG3mFWAPHzirjvdrSY6ZgjAEN_8peIsUyX_mv/w640-h516/Christeen2392An.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGE66SKFCvKCrolN6uvt7xnTs1w2dlV2eCYRJT8SUnCMJYTrLKISvT3uhX8W7qRLgxsW_8hwXYRivBm6xxPha3dNIAxRP4_U8pEPvCsmtnVUeLgwVSDdPelB7aVYOu1slwzHIvHiuQyo9Ve-FNnjhthZwd3u4Cvvy-IbUnHifYpSG18qatuvw9WgrNVXif/s1467/Christeen2395An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1467" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGE66SKFCvKCrolN6uvt7xnTs1w2dlV2eCYRJT8SUnCMJYTrLKISvT3uhX8W7qRLgxsW_8hwXYRivBm6xxPha3dNIAxRP4_U8pEPvCsmtnVUeLgwVSDdPelB7aVYOu1slwzHIvHiuQyo9Ve-FNnjhthZwd3u4Cvvy-IbUnHifYpSG18qatuvw9WgrNVXif/w480-h640/Christeen2395An.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-0OXfAellGrCiFfKAqxYfycXFB912WUyVnrEhu89yYsPQRiahP-N4C8adxDdC4yOsDtcqb6Ybc81vGpsoVeBiPh4L-UcuAyKkod2oob-UTHC8n_9ua0W9RlA7XfmdVTlmav4Gz0QRSTLQhyphenhyphen_moFcQ9OW3sQkEo2d3YqSHHHJeRMTxn73sX5Bi4tCIH0a/s1375/Christeen2396An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1375" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-0OXfAellGrCiFfKAqxYfycXFB912WUyVnrEhu89yYsPQRiahP-N4C8adxDdC4yOsDtcqb6Ybc81vGpsoVeBiPh4L-UcuAyKkod2oob-UTHC8n_9ua0W9RlA7XfmdVTlmav4Gz0QRSTLQhyphenhyphen_moFcQ9OW3sQkEo2d3YqSHHHJeRMTxn73sX5Bi4tCIH0a/w512-h640/Christeen2396An.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-91532375848048321612024-03-06T06:00:00.001+00:002024-03-06T06:00:00.148+00:00Story by Skinnie Stallion<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I did not want another Wednesday to pass without a treat for you. Sadly I have little time to plan anything but then again I don't need much because I have this super story from our dear Skinnie S to share with you all. Concentrate ,Its complicated LOL</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Also over the coming weeks I have some other super stories to share. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">But first ,Over to Skinnie</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Cannes Bang Danger</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">by Skinnie Stallion</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">1.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Going Fishing</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She shook and squeezed. A few more milky white droplets oozed out. She’d soon have to switch to a new one but there ought to be just enough this time. Enough for this excursion. She rubbed the last of the Factor 50 lotion into her cheeks and forehead. She prided herself on her scrupulous skin care and that she still had very few wrinkles. ‘Laughter lines’, she preferred to call them. Sunscreen was essential in the south of France but she wore it every day back in England. Not just beneath her foundation but slathered all over. It was such a good moisturiser. She wanted to stay silky smooth, and regular trips to the gym meant that there was no sagging. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It was always the little crevices that demanded most attention. She was tempted to add a little more lotion – it felt so nice - but decided to stop for now. It was just a shame her daughter’s maid wasn’t available to help. It was never quite the same rubbing in the lotion yourself and the young man always did such a good job. Her daughter had trained him well. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Baroness Fullerton admired herself in the mirror. Her skin glistened. Now she needed to get dressed. More protection for a day out at sea. Stockings first. Stockings always. Never tights, though there were times in her youth when crotchless tights had been quite a practical option when she hadn’t wanted suspenders showing under a tight dress. She started with a pair of black latex stockings. PVC might be more practical and hard wearing but she preferred the skin-tight look and the water resistance of latex. Sweaty maybe, but all those salty splashes wiped clean with so little trouble. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Her stockings were well talced and came out of the wrapper easily. She winced as she bent forward to roll them over her feet. She was still getting back twinges. Maybe she was getting a bit old for a piledriver, but she’d enjoyed the extra-curricular exercises with her latest fitness instructor last week in London, and so had he. “You’re only as old as the man you feel”, she used to say, adding teasingly for her daughter’s benefit, “inside.” She understood her daughter’s preferences. Even before poor Lord Jones’ death, her daughter turned to have a refined set of tastes uniquely her own. Her expulsion from the Ladies’ College for seducing a prefect had merely been a foretaste of what was to come.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">After fastening her suspenders, the Baroness pulled on a pair of latex panties. No need for a bra: a translucent black latex top would provide all the support she needed. The latex garments squeaked and crackled as she adjusted them so that her nipple rings lay flat and her clit ring nestled comfortably. She glanced at the clock: nine-fifteen. Time for her first gloss and to get acclimatised for the day ahead. She turned off the air conditioning and opened the balcony doors. The sun had already been up for three hours and hot air gushed into her room. She could hear talking a couple of floors below on the hotel’s patio. They were clearly setting up for the shoot. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She sprayed. It felt lovely and cool on her breasts, legs and groin. She spread and rubbed the greasy film into a glistening shine. She gently ran her fingers over her breasts and nipples. Her fingers circled the outline of the large diameter rings. Even if the gold of her rings couldn’t glisten in the sun liked they’d done on the beach yesterday, she wanted their outline to shine. She’d gone for her ¾” diameter 14G bead rings today that should show nicely when she wanted. Maybe if it wasn’t too breezy on the boat she might take off a layer or two. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 185px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><img height="185" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/o7_4Z8q45Egtp7Vw_t4CGyC1wLDBth488fp-BT8rNyhX4vbC06onYSTW23_gBQWUb5xYAPubPWx9eIBqEio0s8YGFATawQ4wkT6sxoAEov5rnzte1uLLNI4lZ_iogUPPXPXF93RSZ6wd6gAjCnKnPA" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="602" /></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It really was such a pity that Jane’s maid wasn’t here to help with that. He had become very adept at glossing her surfaces and her crevices. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Latex britches were followed by a sleeved white cotton shirt and a light fisherman’s jersey. She wondered about a latex hood but that might get too hot. She settled on a PVC sou’wester that could also act as a sun hat. She checked the time again. More than enough for another polish since her tackle was ready. Then she just needed to put on her anti-slip PVC thigh boots. They’d go well with the sou’wester and were so much nicer visually than waders. She just hoped there’d be some capable rods on the boat. It wasn’t just tuna she was hoping to catch. Maybe some marlin, maybe some swordfish. Some good swords would be nice. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As she waited for the guys to turn up, the noise from the patio had become louder. She could hear her daughter’s raised voice. Unusual for Jane who was normally so calm and assured.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">2. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Swamp - Cannes Bang BTS: Scene Description and Transcript</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: right; display: inline-block; float: right; height: 256px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 157px;"><img alt="A group of people posing for a picture
Description automatically generated" height="256" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/pWM3PjOhxuho-wFTUGxeyinSm4yI6UY5pTBL-6lQk1T-B8-SacOpZvqbHpVRyYqnMsygUdgH_g-lfu6CQOj-V9-dacRaZ3WZHVCChRu156qxmBkVM7aFDpVuZtoG7cw6CUhFclrOCFGKj0OOZc5llg" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="157" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It’s not often a debutante on BarelyLegalPorno gets her own Behind The Scenes but we thought it was worth it for this beautiful new starlet. She radiates delicate feminine beauty with her rich chestnut red hair in a short, shaggy pixie cut that gives her an almost boyish look. Her lips, nails and toenails have a luscious shade of red that perfectly complements her hair, while her eyelids glitter with multichrome silvery-blue. She is clad only in a shimmering gold shift dress, large gold hoop earrings and diamanté Jimmy Choo sandals. Flanked by two of our well known studs, Chunk Brisket and Pork Stab, the pretty young thing gyrates in front of them looking like she can’t wait to get started. Chunk gets her in the mood be squeezing her tight arse cheek, while the girl gets a feel of Pork’s crotch and dreams of the sweaty pleasures that will soon be engulfing her. This girl is in danger, danger of getting the banging of a lifetime. The first of many, our subscribers will be hoping.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In the background, a greying-blonde haired lady is confronting and arguing with our security and shoot manager. Unfortunately, we were only able to capture the audio of the starlet’s agent in the Behind The Scenes part of the shoot. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Bedroom! What the fuck? And who the hell are these two thugs? …….</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“No way! This is not happening…..</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 410px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><img alt="A camera with a group of people in front of it
Description automatically generated" height="410" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/LKaNOLpMYKcu2-N4sfMOZWSm-kt4IV4i51Qf77_USEwx1ocpw4n0RvZKmfY6SofEw5Xa0jlWnWRtJPLUB3bDOmE_8l5FhZ_a8o7xYlDUsHqt20Vg3TcxxOme7k2S5pNnGt2CBkTdv6F5YU2A1wWLIw" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="602" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"This is a fashion shoot. Now get out of my way!....... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“There is no way he is doing that! This is meant to be a fashion shoot, a South of France fashion shoot showing off the new BOY?™ range for the Cannes festival. We want as many stars as possible wearing BOY?™ on the red carpet this year. .......</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, he may like the guys but that's no excuse. We didn't come here to make one of those. I repeat: this is meant to be a fashion shoot. A BOY?™ fashion shoot........... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, I know he looks like a girl and the guys find him very attractive. I think Andy can see that........ </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, OK, Andy can feel that too ......... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"No, he doesn't have a girlfriend at the moment ........</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> "I'm his best friend. And his agent ......... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, he likes boys. He has a boyfriend at home ....... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes! A boyfriend! ...... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, he obviously likes boys. Most girls do......... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, I know he's a boy. But look at him: does he look like a boy?....... </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Yes, but he's the boy most girls would adore looking like. Girls love him. They love his look…..</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, of course some girls wear BOY?™. Ladies too. Ladies in the UK and the US love him and his look; a lot of men too.........</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> "Yes, I know, men........ </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But BOY?™ is targetted at boys and young men, and to ladies who want their boys in touch with their feminine side......”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I'm afraid at this point Lady Fullerton-Jones had to be removed from the shoot by our security. As she was led away, her last words were: </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">S</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ound </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">O</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">f </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">S</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ilence, Andy! </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">S</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ound </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">O</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">f </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">S</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ilence!”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">whatever that meant. Presumably she didn’t want him speaking on camera with his English accent. The crew were only going to allow her back after the fun had finished and her young starlet was getting cleaned up. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt; text-align: center;"><span style="border: none; clear: left; display: inline-block; float: left; height: 349px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 453px;"><img alt="A group of people posing for a photo
Description automatically generated" height="349" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/fL-Vdk8wZ8LAoJIEkCt8mn7gcu9HMHpGub0fCNThOv8jIfcVK0Ow7VJbXD8g9Htxfy5VPGwEhoerOfX45hETFo60G9wxASltifSD5658N9sb5CeFrM2zPgSCPsHL3Gi7txDXPXQqgQXWOa18-uf3Lw" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="453" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">3.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Lure</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Baroness was surprised by a loud rap at the door. She’d expected a call from reception when the guys arrived with the limo to the harbour. “Enter!” she called from her chaise longue. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Her daughter stormed into the room. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“What is it darling?” the Baroness enquired. She wasn’t accustomed to seeing her daughter in such a state. Jane normally exuded calm confidence, very much following her maternal example.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“It’s those bitches in The Sisterhood. This was just meant to be a fashion shoot. But those cunts want to put Andy in a porno. I thought we’d stopped all that stupidity after his first stay at Knightley Manor. I bet Madam Dark is behind this?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh dear! What can we do, my darling?” asked the Baroness trying to remain unflustered.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I need your help, mummy. Thank goodness you’re still here.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">This was unusual in itself. Jane was normally a model of self-reliance and assurance. “What can I do?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Do you have your heart pills and your back cream with you, mummy?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, dear. Of course I do. My back’s still aching after my work out with Logan last week. He really knew how to give me a good ….”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“TMI, mummy, TMI. Too much information. Can I borrow them?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, dear. Is your heart beating too fast?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“It is, but they’re not for me. Do you have your fountain pen with you too?”</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, darling. Do you want to write a letter?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“No, mummy. When do the boys arrive?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“They ought to be here anytime now. The boat’s been booked for ten o’clock. It’ll only take five minutes to get down to the harbour.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m going to need their help and yours. How many of the Berwick Market boys did you bring?”</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Just four. They’re staying down at the docks. There are some French Navy boats in port at the moment. I’m sure they made some new friends last night.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Let’s hope they’re not too tired. Can you delay your fishing trip?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes. Not a problem. I chartered it.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">There was a hoot outside. “That’ll be them.” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Please give them a call and get them up here. This is going to need a team effort.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, darling.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And mummy, I love your outfit, but can you change into something a bit more formal?</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“If you say so, darling.” The Baroness was not going to question her daughter although she did now regret all the polishing. Jane clearly had a plan.</span></p><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-d6431c27-7fff-8ae3-215c-e25b443dfeea"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">4.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Bottom Fishing</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: left; display: inline-block; float: left; height: 447px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 259px;"><img alt="A camera on a tripod
Description automatically generated" height="447" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/lx0Nkc5m4q4a1KKjm5YrvJTC9P-Xnd2ba4XeTZIqqBi6dJ0oB0Gacn834xAyRPt0YJRZWNHbeLM-k2W4w3yYp88v37RZ5W0SyFEAJu5ZLE-kc5qL-7-dT-4HBgG8dPwoNSu2xQJFp-heM2XoDnmYHQ" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="259" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Andy was worried. Her call had been clear: “Sound Of Silence”. He knew it wasn’t an order for him to go mute, even though he was dumbstruck to be sandwiched between two well-built hunks. His Great-Aunt might be going fishing but he could already feel one of the guy’s tackle. Will’s was nice, but this guy’s was something else. He might be rubbing the guy’s groin at the director’s behest, but he couldn’t fail to notice the reaction he was provoking. He was starting to feel a little moist himself. He was glad he’d put some panties on. It was all rather exciting.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But he had to remember Auntie’s words: “Sound of Silence”. Their distress call was there: “S-O-S”. This can’t have been part of Auntie’s plan. He needed time. He remembered his schoolboy French. “Pipi. Je dois faire pipi.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Střih!” the director called. He waved at Andy to go. Andy scuttled across the marble tiled patio to find the loos. He was going to take his time. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He returned to the patio and took his place between the studs, ready to resume shooting. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Ne!” the director yelled. He pointed at Andy and then waved at the make-up girl. Somehow Andy had managed to dislodge one of his false eyelashes and smear his lipstick. He mimed rubbing his face with a towel to the girl and shrugged his shoulders. He had to buy time for his Aunt.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">5.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Bait</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Arrêtez!” she barked. There was a commotion as a grey haired lady in a Chanel suit swept past the barrier screening off the shoot followed by four casually dressed young men in chinos, matelot jerseys and deck shoes. “Cesser le travail. Où sont vos papiers? Votre permis?” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The film crew appeared nonplussed. “Pardon, madame?” asked the director.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Votre permis et vos cartes syndicales, s’il vous plait.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Mais nous venons de République Tchèque,” stuttered the director in stumbling French. “Tout mon équipe vient de République Tchèque.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Non, non, non. Ce n’est pas autorisé. L’équipage doit être syndiqué,” demanded the lady.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Quoi?” exclaimed a perplexed director.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Votre équipe doit cesser le travail. Ils devont partir.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Mais nous avons un film à faire.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Pas de problème. Ces gars sont syndiqués,” she said gesticulating at the four youths standing behind her. “Ils seront votre equipage. Sortez vos copains d’ici.” She pointed disparagingly at the director’s film crew, wagging her finger, then directing towards the security barrier.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">6.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Hook</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Andy looked away. He had to avoid catching the Baroness’s eye. He mustn’t even show a flash of recognition or acknowledgement. He focused his attention on Pork’s groin. A little rub and a look of longing was all it took. It was always the same with Will. Not too much. Not with Will. He never wanted any going to waste. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He lingered on the patio as the director and the new crew went to do the set up for the next scene in one of the hotel’s bedrooms. His way was barred by a couple of heavies and a lady in a blue blouse and midi-length white shirt. The same group that had pushed away his Aunt. The hunks tagged behind the crew with the make-up girl. Their fluffer too, he guessed. He doubted that she’d be using one of her make-up brushes for that. They surely didn’t expect him to do </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">that</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">. Not with two strangers. They might be hunks, but they had no charm. Not like Will. And they didn’t speak English nor French, so they were only planning to entertain him in one way. He didn’t imagine they were going to be gentle. Not like Will. His Will.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He was glad of a coffee to calm his nerves. He sheltered under one of the sun umbrellas. It was getting hotter, and the sun and heat were reflecting off the white marble deck of the patio. It was nearly an hour before they called him to the set. He just hoped the bedroom had full air conditioning, otherwise it was going to get very sweaty.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He was handed a pair of platform sandals as soon as he went into the bedroom. Sandals with a three inch Perspex platform and eight inch heels. Stripper heels. They really did want him to conform to the stereotype. He was surprised to find the Baroness still monitoring the filming. He looked more closely at the members of film crew. He realised he recognised them. They were some of the boys whom he’d seen hanging out in the Baroness’ house when Jane had taken him up to London to visit her mother.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">One of the guys handed him a tube of what looked like ointment. “Say lube,” he said in mangled estuary English French. “Pour lays cocks,” he added. He gave Andy a covert wink.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Meanwhile the Baroness was talking to the studs while the Director was finalising the lighting arrangements. She covertly passed them some pills. Little blue pills. “Ils peuvent paraître petits mais forts.” She made a gesture clenching her right fist and tapping her forearm. Each of the men took one and chewed. The Baroness nodded and held out her palm. “De plus.” They took another. “De plus. Très fort. Vous voulez lui offrir une bonne baise, n’est-çe pas?.” And another.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The director called for action. Andy did his shimmy against the guys again, then went down on his knees.</span></p><p><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">7.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Catch</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Baroness grabbed Andy’s hand and led him out of the bedroom. He attempted to turn back, gasping, “My Jimmy Choos! I need my Jimmy Choos.” He faced a wall of bodies: the four crew members were following closely behind. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Non, Mademoiselle,” said the Baroness, staying in character. She held his arm and ushered him on to the landing. He tottered and needed to steady himself against her. He wasn’t used to wobbling on heels, even tall ones like these stripper heels, but it was all too much for him. He was in sensual overload. What on earth was happening: a deranged BOY?™ shoot; Aunt Jane’s argument with Security; the Baroness speaking French; the Berwick Market Particulars? She pulled him towards the stairs. She wasn’t going to risk the lifts. Time was of the essence. That and avoiding security. Jane would be waiting in the lobby. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: right; display: inline-block; float: right; height: 285px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 266px;"><img alt="A person sitting on a couch
Description automatically generated" height="285" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/B4swH4D5gxpPPqa5OIXuvxLcGNxhzUyJi2Q_r65FAioDVDYmdXx9tJEcrTwhL11mwk01jnnAVWJ7hGuauhKfwSzWqh2p9D6I0u6vFCksMGt0di4ty8D4bDg1G9wBDTCqbcwSCOvJFQgDhOexoUe3nA" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="266" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Jane rose to her feet as soon as she heard them on the first floor landing. She ran to the foot of the staircase, and gave Andy a hug and a quick peck on the lips.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh, darling! You’re safe. Quick. We must go.” She turned to the Baroness. Will you be OK, mummy?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, dear. Alfie and Ronnie will stay with me. I’ll go back to my room with them and lie low. I’ll be quite safe. The boys will be my security. You just go. Take care. And look after that sweet boy of yours. Billy and Ray will go with you and see you safe to the boat.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Thanks, ma. Just take care. You’ve done more than enough.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Don’t worry about us. We’ll call that nice boy in Room Service for a sandwich. Alfie and Ronnie deserve it after their efforts this morning. And then we might have some lunch,” she said with a smile and twinkle in her eye.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Mother, you’re incorrigible! But we must go.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, darling. Keep that boy of yours safe! Bye Andy darling. Bye Jane.”</span></p><p><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">8.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The Haul</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Andy exhaled slowly as the car accelerated out of the hotel’s drive. It was only now he was on the back seat of the limo with Jane that he felt able to relax and to talk. Jane reached across and held his hand. “Are you OK, darling?”</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m not sure, Auntie. What was all that about and where are we going?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“That was The Sisterhood being total bitches. They wanted you in a porno. I bet Madam Dark has found her way back. She’s never forgiven us for getting her disciplined when you first stayed at Knightley Manor. That cunt won’t rest until she’s got her own back.”</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Uh!” Andy gasped. He wasn’t used to hearing such language from his Aunt. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But what just happened?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“They were going to have you fucked by two studs.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh crikey? Two!” He felt a bit moist. Two cocks just for him. And he had felt Pork’s ‘excitement’. “Me? In a porno. But why?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh different reasons, I guess. Madam Dark: to get her own back. She’s not going to rest till she gets own back for what happened at Knightley Manor all those months ago. She has to get control of you. And she knows how much that would hurt me. The Sisterhood: because they want to take BOY?™ downmarket and broaden the appeal.” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“How would that help BOY?™ ?” asked a naïve Andy.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Come on honey. A boy wearing BOY?™ being fucked by two boys. Can’t you see the appeal.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh goodness!” exclaimed Andy.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“It wouldn’t be goodness, it would be filthiness. I think BOY?™should stay an upmarket, luxury brand. They wanted to call their sordid film: ‘Cannes Bang for BOY?™’ Hardly the right publicity for a luxury brand.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Andy went quiet. He was still puzzled. He cuddled up to Jane who put her arm round him and pulled him close. When he was nuzzling against her and feeling a bit calmer, he asked, “Auntie, am I pretty?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It was Jane’s turn to be perplexed. “Yes, honey, of course you are. You’re stunningly pretty.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Then why were the boys so turned off by me? They seemed to have the hots for me when they were on the patio, but, as soon as we got to the bedroom, they were damp squibs.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“That would be mother’s doing. Did she give them some blue pills.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, I thought they were going to get super hard. They took lots. At least three. She was encouraging them.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And did she give you some lube?” Andy went shy and couldn’t answer. He buried his face against Jane’s breast. “Well did she?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And……”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“She told me to lube the guys.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And….”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well the director seemed more than happy with her suggestion and set the cameras rolling. I knelt down and unzipped them.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And ……”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, I massaged the lube into them.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Did you wear gloves?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Great-Aunt gave me some latex gloves. Long black latex ones. Like opera gloves. She said it would look more sexy when I held their cocks.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Thank goodness.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Why?” demanded Andy.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“First tell me what happened to the guys?” asked Jane.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh them! They were damp squibs,” said a somewhat downcast Andy. Jane smiled. “That was when we had to stop shooting. I thought it was me. The director thought it was me. The guys seemed to think it was me. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get them stiff. They just got limper.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Jane laughed. “Well done Mummy.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“What?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Mummy gave them her heart tablets. And you rubbed her back cream on to their cocks. It’s hard getting hard when you're full of beta-blockers and had your cock numbed with lidocaine.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But I tried so hard.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, and the harder you tried and the more cream you applied, the more numb they’ll have become. Their blood pressure will have been falling through the floor too, so they’re not going to be getting stiff for quite a while.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“That was when the director tried getting that make-up girl on the case.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“The poor thing will get numb lips. I didn’t think of that,” said Jane with a hint of regret. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, she was nice. I think she was Chunk’s girlfriend.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Ah, well. It’s not like Chunk’s going to be very active for a while.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Anyway, your mother suggested pausing the shoot for a while, and said the crew should take a statutory break. That was when Great-Aunt led me out.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“She did a fantastic job.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“They really thought she was from the ministry. But where are we going now?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> “To the harbour. Then on mummy’s fishing boat to Marseilles.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Marseilles?! Why Marseilles?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Because I’ve booked us on a cruise to Miami.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But Auntie, all my things are back in my room at the hotel. We have to go back.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“No, darling. We can’t go back. The Sisterhood will be looking for us. Madam Dark definitely will be.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But I’ve got no clothes. I’ve got nothing to wear. I can’t go round in a pair of stripper heels and shift dress.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Don’t worry, honey. You’ve got plenty to wear. I packed up my things and my cases in the trunk of the limo. I also retrieved some of the boxes of BOY?™ outfits from the fashion shoot. You can wear BOY?™ on the trip.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But I can’t wear BOY?™ all the time!”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Why ever not?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Because I’ll look like a girl all the time.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And your problem with that is? You can always share some of my wardrobe. You always said you liked my Balmain leather pants. I bet you like these Giorgio Cuirs,” she said taking his hand to stroke the soft brown leather covering her thighs.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie. I love them. But it’s going to get hot in Miami. I can’t just wear leather trousers.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Of course, not. I’ve got leather shorts. And you’ll look really nice in some of my mini-dresses. And there’s BOY?™ latex shorts, mini-skirts and swimwear. You’ll be fine.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie,” said Andy only slightly grudgingly. He just hoped his Aunt would let him wear her Balmain’s. After all, that was how this had all started. He was already thinking about being at the Captain’s Table with Jane in her Giorgio’s and him in her Balmain’s. “But what about Billy and Ray? He said looking at the guys on the banquette seat opposite.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“They’ll see us on to the boat, and then they can have some time at the harbour. They deserve a reward and I’m sure there’ll be some obliging matelots. Isn’t that right boys?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sure thing, LJ. Sure thing,” said Billy. “However, you take care of your precious catch. He is a treasure,” he said looking at Andy with a brotherly fondness..</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m so grateful to you. And to Alfie and Ronnie,” Jane said, proffering a couple of five hundred €uro notes at them. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Billy waved them away. “Always a pleasure, LJ. A privilege and a pleasure,” he said. “And Andy..?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“You were great,” said Billy.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Thank you,” said Andy meekly. “But Auntie, what about the footage they shot of me rubbing in the lube? The Sisterhood will still have that.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I think they’ll find that any footage has been erased. Quite mysterious,” she said with a twinkle, and a smile at Billy and Ray. “The only footage they’ll have was when you were on the patio looking sweet, and with me in the background swearing at their security.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh!” Andy went quiet for a bit. He stroked his Auntie’s thigh for a while then asked, “What will we do in Miami? Can we go to some of clubs and bars?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Look. We need to lie low. The Sisterhood will be after us. I’m thinking of going up to New York. It’ll be hard for them to find us there. When things settle, we can do some BOY?™ promotion. Remember, I’m the majority owner of BOY?™ in the US. And you being dressed all the time in BOY?™ will be just what the company needs.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh!” said a slightly glum Andy.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Never mind, honey. We’ll be sharing a cabin on cruise and we’ll have plenty of time to relax. Once we’re settled, I quite fancy a facial. Won’t that be nice, darling?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes,” said Andy, never quite sure what his Aunt meant.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The adventure was only just beginning.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Things to come:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 348px; overflow: hidden; width: 479px;"><img alt="A cartoon of a person in a black dress
Description automatically generated" height="348" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/fSRyp7QyYdvIhSEuxzz-w8Nx9m5H0uuEHzw7iRxZ7jLwI807tcfPPTMiSunbblABpvlVc-hz2knpcPeWxsrPVQ-TN1jcX86QuCAulS0W5fEGHVJ7T0wUEaKx6-HL63AnPQhBRc76K54Yl9vj8lkSPA" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="479" /></span></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-38740348674509163952024-03-04T06:00:00.001+00:002024-03-04T06:00:00.183+00:00New Art. I'll always hold your hand<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-d4qXmTaJZshjfCwb9aYkRuLvRRa8f2TuFZnp49h0Ey_O5dT3Sk0XhQiu1QCMa-u9Vs3okGQ4zLq7fKmvsIeJABtN_w-L0akXIiNGYCAaqQ8wVpKtIaRhkxPS7vyb5P__hBF48VhC4TmizFfJciWP0jnMgIWJaZBjlEiS5aL6QEqdf64IRX5Zug9cxOf/s294/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="257" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-d4qXmTaJZshjfCwb9aYkRuLvRRa8f2TuFZnp49h0Ey_O5dT3Sk0XhQiu1QCMa-u9Vs3okGQ4zLq7fKmvsIeJABtN_w-L0akXIiNGYCAaqQ8wVpKtIaRhkxPS7vyb5P__hBF48VhC4TmizFfJciWP0jnMgIWJaZBjlEiS5aL6QEqdf64IRX5Zug9cxOf/w166-h190/pre.jpg" width="166" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>It's a Monday treat</div><div>with a new piece </div><div>of art from our dear </div><div>friend Christeen.</div><div>With our dear sweet </div><div>Chris looking as </div><div>cute as ever.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> As ever right now an apology to all you who have messaged me in one way or another, I promise to get to you all as soon as I can, it's just that I am a little stretched at the moment with personal stuff.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> That aside it is time for a new piece to our blog and this was previewed over on Patreon during the Valentines week.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> It is the first time we have seen Andy and Will "together" when Andy is not fully feminised nor in any Latex.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> That said I can't help but think Andy is still dusted with a just a sprinkle of femininity, those nails are a real give away.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> It's an image of love between our two young friends and Will is once again showing his openness with that T shirt.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Big hugs to you all</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGh3tWdWQ2L8KTLJidNABnVFTOdmWzel7KVcIo14zOpPXw9JLl_otEpR223fvP7mWBBlhCvqZkTfAqcQ3qQu0tmxXdfRw2Lca8t6ihzLc5ksHBn1XgyG_p6mR2GQxmIeffjZW99kRMbP82A2BtA-vmivnNHS_BaDqMwq3KhMGvltk7oX0emJE0PfKlRJTk/s5090/Hold%20My%20Hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="5090" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGh3tWdWQ2L8KTLJidNABnVFTOdmWzel7KVcIo14zOpPXw9JLl_otEpR223fvP7mWBBlhCvqZkTfAqcQ3qQu0tmxXdfRw2Lca8t6ihzLc5ksHBn1XgyG_p6mR2GQxmIeffjZW99kRMbP82A2BtA-vmivnNHS_BaDqMwq3KhMGvltk7oX0emJE0PfKlRJTk/w640-h640/Hold%20My%20Hand.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-41184003021930664972024-03-01T06:00:00.001+00:002024-03-01T06:00:00.141+00:00New from Christeen<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjdoxHnr_UOh1nVIX4AVcVvlKmlMuQwSYPq9QEEvGLByk7YTzTzUeuv9pwFTuEL_3cjGrWOKGFycFMkMQCL9G72VUSOC-bVQWYsWvK2Tv1vL7uLe7sZ05ZRlwL8MpHvRkoRbu5RQwKK4AA-AlLDv-kRfGiIfk2alsjjClnk0C0_IDx1J7alDzP2lOR2DZ/s545/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="466" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjdoxHnr_UOh1nVIX4AVcVvlKmlMuQwSYPq9QEEvGLByk7YTzTzUeuv9pwFTuEL_3cjGrWOKGFycFMkMQCL9G72VUSOC-bVQWYsWvK2Tv1vL7uLe7sZ05ZRlwL8MpHvRkoRbu5RQwKK4AA-AlLDv-kRfGiIfk2alsjjClnk0C0_IDx1J7alDzP2lOR2DZ/w180-h210/pre.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>We have a preview</div><div>of a piece of my </div><div>very own art. This</div><div>specific piece was </div><div>created a few weeks</div><div>ago and some of you</div><div>may recognise the </div><div>situation in which</div><div>Andy finds himself.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I hope you are all very well. Friday is the day we all get to sit back and enjoy the unmatched delights of new art from Christeen</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Enjoy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJl6hKGu793VaKb_7SMqQnvr685kLR_IgHXBEFZ7a6qB-6DkI073D0QL9RE7AKjchGWZ3BTU9WNb9Wb9SFKcgQ4zTv6Q9p1XMXB3hG6vRVs_LvL4ett_NugOoYVWquucgohXKfTd-LPY2lqbI7y3waWUp_jBGpYvzucBg9e-vtqIQW31ig2-MPmWW_olZ9/s1374/Christeen2388An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJl6hKGu793VaKb_7SMqQnvr685kLR_IgHXBEFZ7a6qB-6DkI073D0QL9RE7AKjchGWZ3BTU9WNb9Wb9SFKcgQ4zTv6Q9p1XMXB3hG6vRVs_LvL4ett_NugOoYVWquucgohXKfTd-LPY2lqbI7y3waWUp_jBGpYvzucBg9e-vtqIQW31ig2-MPmWW_olZ9/w512-h640/Christeen2388An.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu_OOnt1MG3NNqkBC6SN5gQhf4EfBykrAJR6JXCmlviSo-D9FwOQVnTWfVayB3PaigL17_ShsGhW6Sq6SVCkY11omaNt8OkvVPS2MIj7gVabJJ659DUt0w56F9qoPKDSCVGDmMniXm3VWD3LtJvhw4DpUqon_JT2hDZ0HKwoG2lhBFoOLwj2p8LibY7G9/s1536/Christeen2389An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1022" data-original-width="1536" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhu_OOnt1MG3NNqkBC6SN5gQhf4EfBykrAJR6JXCmlviSo-D9FwOQVnTWfVayB3PaigL17_ShsGhW6Sq6SVCkY11omaNt8OkvVPS2MIj7gVabJJ659DUt0w56F9qoPKDSCVGDmMniXm3VWD3LtJvhw4DpUqon_JT2hDZ0HKwoG2lhBFoOLwj2p8LibY7G9/w640-h426/Christeen2389An.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3riw05XxDG3ZibgCeUFMiSYHiDppGCfPx2Cpw4IJt65dX4MNg9_Q0Iy05Enex0oXRv3djj4olF66R-KO9omJ4UZBfOy_6ogTB5Fev0j7dFxbRgUVCBESFHa_jDatYNz-B9bUU-KqpScLcf_x7hAdteOhOBDC9yQRJhUP58mdfJlN_qhyphenhyphenX0sUqFXl5PfW/s1650/Christeen2390An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3riw05XxDG3ZibgCeUFMiSYHiDppGCfPx2Cpw4IJt65dX4MNg9_Q0Iy05Enex0oXRv3djj4olF66R-KO9omJ4UZBfOy_6ogTB5Fev0j7dFxbRgUVCBESFHa_jDatYNz-B9bUU-KqpScLcf_x7hAdteOhOBDC9yQRJhUP58mdfJlN_qhyphenhyphenX0sUqFXl5PfW/w426-h640/Christeen2390An.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-55758970590625405452024-02-26T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-26T06:00:00.136+00:00New Art. Maid in Training<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFq2_g3X2h3YrqXPeLRnFkUAm2C1eIiuywmTWk5CqlCyDEPou6rFbLeAAjYMnMqFG4dyCu846ZncN5D58wQC03aIgcDAxsJQp-N2RP33j2tWLnWss4D6r20r7A9Nga6AGNHRpYN-hPscD-6JW8OOCEUGcQVRm1UCCorUQ0iZfFzVGVg45zNF03FQIVOM8/s413/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="342" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFq2_g3X2h3YrqXPeLRnFkUAm2C1eIiuywmTWk5CqlCyDEPou6rFbLeAAjYMnMqFG4dyCu846ZncN5D58wQC03aIgcDAxsJQp-N2RP33j2tWLnWss4D6r20r7A9Nga6AGNHRpYN-hPscD-6JW8OOCEUGcQVRm1UCCorUQ0iZfFzVGVg45zNF03FQIVOM8/w153-h185/pre.jpg" width="153" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>Monday has arrived</div><div>and with it the delights</div><div>of a new piece by our</div><div>dear friend Christeen.</div><div>This is a sweet one</div><div>with a hint of fairy-tale</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Sorry for being slow with replies and things, trying to get past a few issues at the moment, but that's for me to sort out and not for you sweethearts to worry about XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Todays piece was previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It is a sweet little piece, without a big story to it, but It features a relaxed Aunt Jane , overseeing her beloved Nephew as, dressed in his smooth glossy latex uniform, he learns new skills in her country cottage.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> This is from Andy's early days in heels, when the very idea of being permanently in heels would have been unthinkable to him.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> There is a sweet vignette to go along with this piece written by Skinnie S and posted on Patreon which I will share at the bottom of the image.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I hope you are all well</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Big Hugs</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IXiIz9TCY2D6IdWYjdm__h6ZGsPubc_ozn9KhdeANste-uo7fPOYIyNMvBViArVjA6G6Wp5xeD_qh9n4eid6HWpdI49VMfCeWYf2LdHXC7drJwiEInHHpj9sS_hcz2wns0IOjc0WcOshZRFzwCe4Tie5ejMXL5AUy9QaHWfgX2FBGOBguv758yrt87Pp/s6047/Maid%20in%20Training.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="6047" height="538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IXiIz9TCY2D6IdWYjdm__h6ZGsPubc_ozn9KhdeANste-uo7fPOYIyNMvBViArVjA6G6Wp5xeD_qh9n4eid6HWpdI49VMfCeWYf2LdHXC7drJwiEInHHpj9sS_hcz2wns0IOjc0WcOshZRFzwCe4Tie5ejMXL5AUy9QaHWfgX2FBGOBguv758yrt87Pp/w640-h538/Maid%20in%20Training.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">By Skinnie Stallion</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div><br /></div><div>"That's so much better, honey. Stand straight. Keep your buttocks clenched. It's not going to drop out if you keep them clenched."</div><div>"But Auntie...."</div><div>"No buts. Another step forward. Yes, that's good. How does that feel in my Louboutins?"</div><div>"OK."</div><div>"And the heel height? It is quite a step up from 3 inches to 5 inches."</div><div>"Difficult, but they are comfortable. Much more comfortable than those lookalikes I found on the internet."</div><div>"Yes, you can't beat the real thing," said Jane. "And how is that plug feeling now?"</div><div>"Stretching, Auntie. Stretching and slippery."</div><div>"Oh, honey, it's only little. It's why you need to keep your buttocks tight in case it slips out. I greased it well."</div><div>"Did, I really need it, Auntie? It's so undignified," protested Andy.</div><div>"But your posture is so much better. And it will prepare you for larger ones when the time comes. Now take another step and try not to slop the milk."</div><div>"Yes, Auntie. What do you mean larger ones?"</div><div>"You look so much better in higher heels, Andrew. They really accentuate your calves and tighten your thighs."</div><div>"I didn't mean heels, Auntie, but I would like a pair," said Andy getting easily sidetracked.</div><div>"Oh, Andrew, you're only just having heels of your own. One day, maybe you can have some Louboutins if you show me you're a good maid. In the meantime you can borrow mine, just for today. Now try taking a few more steps. I think you'll be fine serving tea when the Vicar comes round with the latest Parish Magazine."</div><div>"I can't be seen by the Reverend looking like this, Auntie."</div><div>"You can and you will, Andrew. Remember our bargain about letting you dress up? You're my maid now. You do what I ask. And I want you to serve tea to the Vicar. OK?"</div><div>"Yes, Auntie."</div><div>"And run upstairs and get me a pair of my black Zanottis. If you're going to stay in my Loubous, I'm going to need to be some 6 inch heels."</div><div>"Yes, Auntie."</div><div>"That's a good boy. You're so sweet, darling."</div><div>----------</div></span></div><div><br /></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-66026459084777203402024-02-23T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-23T06:00:00.138+00:00Trio of Treats from Christeen<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDu_TEOnNRd1o9JAs3ExF7HiyGRKD3-cBBKg_3pTMx6O2zUKawU1-KeITU1HFwr8Uw0dYPPn0Ta2psEGtLWLvaYPxRaAkQvaPpS4VKc0ryq4RzNdTV6kCdTjKZ8FUN_FsVN9NSaV6S5_SWmcXEZCdMhq7T_zjLBYoHk_Hq6OR8s7OFuklzN3xCM7POCsRw/s1181/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="1091" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDu_TEOnNRd1o9JAs3ExF7HiyGRKD3-cBBKg_3pTMx6O2zUKawU1-KeITU1HFwr8Uw0dYPPn0Ta2psEGtLWLvaYPxRaAkQvaPpS4VKc0ryq4RzNdTV6kCdTjKZ8FUN_FsVN9NSaV6S5_SWmcXEZCdMhq7T_zjLBYoHk_Hq6OR8s7OFuklzN3xCM7POCsRw/w201-h217/pre.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>It is the last Friday</div><div>of the month and </div><div>that means we have the</div><div>latest page in our</div><div>new exclusive Aunt</div><div>Jane Calender.</div><div>This time we take</div><div>a look at an up</div><div>coming event from</div><div>Marvel.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Welcome to Friday, I do hope you are all ok.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">So Friday is the home of Christeen. I need say nothing about these stunning pieces, However if I had to choose from these, which is near impossible, the third one is gorgeous.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-j2qNshmN8Z_-AwA_HXXLxS9W9TtlVxuKjETsVU0S7QH1PzWQHU2r6crhr8IDFLCL9X_KKdaf_H4YL8tT52BN6mVL_xGkBsiNVlL5qojBh02VdxrxjuLIU5hI_lyVXUPYdR2pP9ji4VNOSejOyQweR2reya-dPb4ssSWnYb05FW48wwoJRuAouHgDLYK/s1657/Christeen2384An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1657" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-j2qNshmN8Z_-AwA_HXXLxS9W9TtlVxuKjETsVU0S7QH1PzWQHU2r6crhr8IDFLCL9X_KKdaf_H4YL8tT52BN6mVL_xGkBsiNVlL5qojBh02VdxrxjuLIU5hI_lyVXUPYdR2pP9ji4VNOSejOyQweR2reya-dPb4ssSWnYb05FW48wwoJRuAouHgDLYK/w424-h640/Christeen2384An.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorOcriTVNSvskLgcFcwZeUNulIqzfvLg3_CtjZBXYuEzF8TRy0HGihVcUu3JpfuX68CFGYTYPPijXswtJNXwk7zVwW4B19K9TSkZTylZmuRF9zaZuV7Fa04DFDnHirOQlcFzgE0wPyj6HDic2oxanuU0b7ph2h_VykCvc7Y0CL_vqkNZntaqSTKHaWWRM/s1574/Christeen2385An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1574" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorOcriTVNSvskLgcFcwZeUNulIqzfvLg3_CtjZBXYuEzF8TRy0HGihVcUu3JpfuX68CFGYTYPPijXswtJNXwk7zVwW4B19K9TSkZTylZmuRF9zaZuV7Fa04DFDnHirOQlcFzgE0wPyj6HDic2oxanuU0b7ph2h_VykCvc7Y0CL_vqkNZntaqSTKHaWWRM/w448-h640/Christeen2385An.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlPcndwI50FcojiSVDL8lkEPx8dxswk87KBYZ2TklQpmNRteBqnj83b8XIw5sC30fEWCA9d-wvHQWTb4PdHJGXGXWcu9eMLbK7p1dJFH5F5BqNNxS74TPfpIq4FwSbwQR72PSZXjdK5fAUslWwmozZ1HNEJSRVKp8p8lNRJJTnwiWJbG7vlMSeUw3FLWp/s1866/Christeen2386An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlPcndwI50FcojiSVDL8lkEPx8dxswk87KBYZ2TklQpmNRteBqnj83b8XIw5sC30fEWCA9d-wvHQWTb4PdHJGXGXWcu9eMLbK7p1dJFH5F5BqNNxS74TPfpIq4FwSbwQR72PSZXjdK5fAUslWwmozZ1HNEJSRVKp8p8lNRJJTnwiWJbG7vlMSeUw3FLWp/w378-h640/Christeen2386An.jpg" width="378" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-63222323506098899542024-02-21T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-21T06:00:00.451+00:00Wednesday fun, with Zendaya and more <div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I do hope you are all well, It's been one of those up and down weeks so0 far but I thought I would cheer myself and hopefully you , my dear friends, with a few bits and bobs which have caught my eyes over the past few days.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> So let's start with a couple of clips, both of which made me stop and gaze in delight.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The first is from the amazing House of Iris over on Instagram </span> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/houseofiris.official/">https://www.instagram.com/houseofiris.official/</a> </div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzLMhO_QxTR4MsFcjUwAIsNzogQYUSXoGmmP2D2n5uMfLb4yG03f5ZMmP7nyI5ov84o3udV91AF6EALsLd4gQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: large;">I think this is so simple yet so erotic. The affection the mistress has for a sweet submissive is so clear and I could not help but imagine it to be our sweet Andy, separated from his beloved Aunt Jane alone in the hands of one of the Sisterhoods biggest investors.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Then we have this and Again my mind turned to Andy, but unlike the submissive in the first clip, who seems to be quietly unwilling to </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxBvF-_WKgC_nNVF5_nJTBfMDgJdbnDibbylI_-v0P3lzN4N9ndHmL20ee3jgjtzhurhWCn6TKPsgOSPV18Ig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">behave,</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">this gorgeous brunette is clearly devoted to her Mistress, presenting an image of willing submission. A work of erotic art for the rest of the Sisterhoods guests to enjoy.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Now a clip of the sensational Zendaya as she arrived at the ‘DUNE: Part Two’ World Premiere in London!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVyFi6ImdFZE4_B39Aksrj-4dL6jEq3Rh4Z28esV1vosvt8VpHTlebwu5kKtKM0rbeKeiZCIUma5HD3Ol1Nw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I mean this is a sensation and I must thank my dear friends Skinnie Stallion and the lovely Amber Caprice for sending me this clip via twitter.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I have to say it does look rather uncomfortable to wear and I bet she was less than happy with all the sand in those heels, but heck that is an amazing look.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">What do you think, was it metal over a clear latex skin or clear plastic and metal?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I stumbled across the next image when on Facebook, yes I am on facebook, but I don't do much there, but this stopped me in my tracks and with instant inspiration I added a few words.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL1LEbv58AtD6-l7sYU_eVtO4Hfhl3Gax8HF4oM68FT6FJPGviEFac9OmT0cghwaSh_tbhIGE_vEtgH2CvHCx4_IgWJMogzSztnpP7vWl46BHnoJw_Ns5EfmEDAjq2MtLIofYo4MevKxQxulIcEPiXTz0D0c9d7uDZGdRkbuU9uA8JWlTTmNZmupK6iKn/s1270/Oh%20no%20they've%20got%20pete%20too%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="1270" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL1LEbv58AtD6-l7sYU_eVtO4Hfhl3Gax8HF4oM68FT6FJPGviEFac9OmT0cghwaSh_tbhIGE_vEtgH2CvHCx4_IgWJMogzSztnpP7vWl46BHnoJw_Ns5EfmEDAjq2MtLIofYo4MevKxQxulIcEPiXTz0D0c9d7uDZGdRkbuU9uA8JWlTTmNZmupK6iKn/w640-h584/Oh%20no%20they've%20got%20pete%20too%201.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">To me it is clear, this is one of the lost Watson Gang adventures and here we see Andy and one of his friends having been captured and feminised, discovering their friend and gang member Peter has been captured too, leaving them in another desperate scrape.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> My great admiration to the creator of this art and once I find who you are I will give full credit and links to more work if possible.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Two more little pieces, first I always find it amazing when I come across something which I created my years ago becoming accepted as real.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbWVZ2ztmqQEjR45rSeuKl13UtfnU0ivhUVu8KWF7Du6xbNORfc0TYenqcN8qBw8O6Jb9Q2BR-3lLv31nQ48CrZsZGAnpTnRvapa4Pl9tQv1u1d9ogezJhk-cc7DkvQHFLHhOtkXTkOmZbxGobeVhKyvpv2ljHg05AwV5_7FSeaIgtWmX9oHVNmiTdfhY/s590/Snapinsta.app_419245357_3683764218614100_2650903276749924148_n_1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="507" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbWVZ2ztmqQEjR45rSeuKl13UtfnU0ivhUVu8KWF7Du6xbNORfc0TYenqcN8qBw8O6Jb9Q2BR-3lLv31nQ48CrZsZGAnpTnRvapa4Pl9tQv1u1d9ogezJhk-cc7DkvQHFLHhOtkXTkOmZbxGobeVhKyvpv2ljHg05AwV5_7FSeaIgtWmX9oHVNmiTdfhY/w550-h640/Snapinsta.app_419245357_3683764218614100_2650903276749924148_n_1080.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I came across this on Instagram, the image I created of beautiful tv Presenter Susanna Ried in a latex skirt. It was just one of those imaging if things and now, no one really seems to question it that much. I wonder if folks trawl Youtube trying to find a clip?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Finally, but not least, Blog Legend Carol Vorderman squeezed those curve and legs into a pair of stunningly tight Leather/Latex pants this week and brought the web to a halt.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Which Is where we too shall come to a halt this Wednesday.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Big hugs to you all and here's Carol</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6LsF9zEaITwScb830op9dnCC2ntSuqYKCzfGa4b3xPjjiSbGdWvTxMb9ffU4DV10VwluxAkVyqePXZGk9Je45rMp_VmzTzwTj_VgnUSQO7Uy-zSFPy5u01qGfkObM38EfODsjgmXQSHG86OtvowpHvawRSr95JfnG0wd7470wQ70p3ctxFll2Lp_8w3Y/s1350/Snapinsta.app_424965735_18294879739159424_8924934830249036360_n_1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6LsF9zEaITwScb830op9dnCC2ntSuqYKCzfGa4b3xPjjiSbGdWvTxMb9ffU4DV10VwluxAkVyqePXZGk9Je45rMp_VmzTzwTj_VgnUSQO7Uy-zSFPy5u01qGfkObM38EfODsjgmXQSHG86OtvowpHvawRSr95JfnG0wd7470wQ70p3ctxFll2Lp_8w3Y/w512-h640/Snapinsta.app_424965735_18294879739159424_8924934830249036360_n_1080.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-63953749634242707102024-02-19T06:00:00.015+00:002024-02-19T06:00:00.192+00:00New Art. Soccer Aunt<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href="Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8tYNlt8FYLU8FL4t8NpPEMFCSvi_PN5bIAtEYmPOAxsSsk2Zpid0R9QLc7ibl_sMZVcaaSYcfAO7x0qT2hKgEf5YbINCkFAULy0sZ3fflFknRHi4IEbpbGlYh_APoEPhxdHoB7I69q_4ukLPvSY2EBZNNRr9MiH0VQ2m2IpU1x4de3D-nzem25nWfkLl/s384/pre.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="350" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8tYNlt8FYLU8FL4t8NpPEMFCSvi_PN5bIAtEYmPOAxsSsk2Zpid0R9QLc7ibl_sMZVcaaSYcfAO7x0qT2hKgEf5YbINCkFAULy0sZ3fflFknRHi4IEbpbGlYh_APoEPhxdHoB7I69q_4ukLPvSY2EBZNNRr9MiH0VQ2m2IpU1x4de3D-nzem25nWfkLl/w184-h202/pre.jpg" width="184" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>Monday as ever</div><div>brings us the delight</div><div>of a new piece</div><div>of art from our</div><div>dear friend Christeen.</div><div>As ever this is a </div><div>wonderful glimpse</div><div>into the world of poor</div><div>sweet Chris.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It' another Monday , Monday and I think we need to get a little light into the start of a new week and what better way than to step out hand in hand with our beloved Aunt Jane.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> This is also a step back in time to a point where Andy's journey is still in its infancy. I mean, look he is still allowed to play football, speaking of which how would you feel if you were collected from football practice by Aunt Jane? Does this lady ever dress down? </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> This piece was previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago and it had a lot of debate as to whether Aunt Jane was dropping Andy off at football training or collecting him.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Well today we get the answer.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXB8oZo9-SSN1juFRB-xhgY0xkXMhPdtWUTFt1Zs9kH3sHcExzvi_bBvV8vzc_ozCeS-OwrnbotYwQ_XyGkLUbK2E29y5j2wG4SYHdw0p9AAkK9hTUS0Hw8KjsgRZw7htTZaE4uXfhWnvLaiJQk2UQsjgjYksIPNLVtR2_dwYQL0MYNP243Jtucn2pnWp/s5465/Soccer%20Aunt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="5465" height="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXB8oZo9-SSN1juFRB-xhgY0xkXMhPdtWUTFt1Zs9kH3sHcExzvi_bBvV8vzc_ozCeS-OwrnbotYwQ_XyGkLUbK2E29y5j2wG4SYHdw0p9AAkK9hTUS0Hw8KjsgRZw7htTZaE4uXfhWnvLaiJQk2UQsjgjYksIPNLVtR2_dwYQL0MYNP243Jtucn2pnWp/w640-h596/Soccer%20Aunt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Andy has had his fun, now it's time for Aunt Jane to have hers. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-60864997064824441382024-02-16T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-16T06:00:00.134+00:00Thank Friday it's Christeen<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrqlmXe3ezS0OJtiwIJg8fWDO9fRhAkZ3J1tof38aMlJbFcAPs7wcfUofYTrum9-xRGy4XDSCA1hitvTHYcnEx3O-u70yHBCvbOvJdQi0dgTKUYpewN4FzKOVyjkzF4KIiiETfwp861-2Qjb4xZmBhb7X2PK0k_-GlZTBi5yQB2BsbG-3UkFLbDAeGONd/s544/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="544" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrqlmXe3ezS0OJtiwIJg8fWDO9fRhAkZ3J1tof38aMlJbFcAPs7wcfUofYTrum9-xRGy4XDSCA1hitvTHYcnEx3O-u70yHBCvbOvJdQi0dgTKUYpewN4FzKOVyjkzF4KIiiETfwp861-2Qjb4xZmBhb7X2PK0k_-GlZTBi5yQB2BsbG-3UkFLbDAeGONd/w225-h209/pre.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>We have another new</div><div>piece from the world of</div><div>Andy and Aunt Jane</div><div>and this time as we can </div><div>see from this preview we </div><div>find Aunt Jane looking</div><div>pretty relaxed. But what</div><div>has put that smile on her</div><div>face?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I hope you all had a lovely week and there is now place better to start the week end than in the company of our dear friend Christeen.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Three glorious new piece for us to enjoy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Big hug Christeen</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuBBI1xxDNEcHRl8amxAYJBCp7W2ke8-8fgmmRmQ1NQ0fCYxnS6XGFAv7CmjxQ1lkIPo1HSDrEqNloeSOZoacaA9YV1DNSjlYXD0mCzxXBe7F0cYRbOnWGXTbaMDZEpEdZVl0_ERFr9nc8LfGwiwStpdK82TgciWnmoS2iTjtgMdziK_MpaquyQl0JLQO/s1650/Christeen2380An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuBBI1xxDNEcHRl8amxAYJBCp7W2ke8-8fgmmRmQ1NQ0fCYxnS6XGFAv7CmjxQ1lkIPo1HSDrEqNloeSOZoacaA9YV1DNSjlYXD0mCzxXBe7F0cYRbOnWGXTbaMDZEpEdZVl0_ERFr9nc8LfGwiwStpdK82TgciWnmoS2iTjtgMdziK_MpaquyQl0JLQO/w426-h640/Christeen2380An.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiVOOOQrqn2xMV9um6y5YXB2Ytw4LUpjybUpPJmKZ9jvLwpYunbWX4wAOcyZ2Dy0JEqBAdSz5qi1DwLfrxn5r37FGhjoBGjwkWktmVkxlJgzbIOjnz8sNmYRBf7dkvqLtnXYIKduLAlYbWPum4ZoEHUYd3kZemeDSwBo1K1gwq7AK91Idti6QFyS60Nei/s1600/Christeen2382An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiVOOOQrqn2xMV9um6y5YXB2Ytw4LUpjybUpPJmKZ9jvLwpYunbWX4wAOcyZ2Dy0JEqBAdSz5qi1DwLfrxn5r37FGhjoBGjwkWktmVkxlJgzbIOjnz8sNmYRBf7dkvqLtnXYIKduLAlYbWPum4ZoEHUYd3kZemeDSwBo1K1gwq7AK91Idti6QFyS60Nei/w640-h426/Christeen2382An.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBjdisnauEu9DWAEw2-5OavG-uLLJIPmpu9wlsfoX6MESuPazeSkvDGWNYGiqcILV5sdjiIFZnJj21GsyGBShk7J1cHkeP1CvY7QsMIAwvpkJKh24tE1HdntaafdfxnxrtIMKlOK7KOuxpSeleYAYnL7-S9VTIGeH0wbR3H6vJR0kfkbW5w5Qomy9xsXX/s1646/Christeen2381An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1646" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBjdisnauEu9DWAEw2-5OavG-uLLJIPmpu9wlsfoX6MESuPazeSkvDGWNYGiqcILV5sdjiIFZnJj21GsyGBShk7J1cHkeP1CvY7QsMIAwvpkJKh24tE1HdntaafdfxnxrtIMKlOK7KOuxpSeleYAYnL7-S9VTIGeH0wbR3H6vJR0kfkbW5w5Qomy9xsXX/w428-h640/Christeen2381An.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-79572224859590605612024-02-14T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-14T06:00:00.334+00:00With Love From Andy<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href="https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSaC4HyVCC00XfjHUrsW33MZEtzTNfgWP-6XieMSPVpT38oLnt_8L8CdpnD_9IWuYZhULCFNFOtjLENdYOcsxkfY09m9_1MyvL4WmBSoAT3idgFqvDu7XLyT7Pz8IA_Zf4P8NzdMIbF2eVJOQRXohvbkm01DvNyk-bxAIPz92CKklx-hg4-iPt0Gwmj7I/s486/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="486" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSaC4HyVCC00XfjHUrsW33MZEtzTNfgWP-6XieMSPVpT38oLnt_8L8CdpnD_9IWuYZhULCFNFOtjLENdYOcsxkfY09m9_1MyvL4WmBSoAT3idgFqvDu7XLyT7Pz8IA_Zf4P8NzdMIbF2eVJOQRXohvbkm01DvNyk-bxAIPz92CKklx-hg4-iPt0Gwmj7I/w240-h200/pre.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>Yes we have a special</div><div>Patreon post for Valentines</div><div>day. It features a brand new </div><div>and very special piece</div><div>with our beloved Andy </div><div>and Will, along side a </div><div>selection of other classics </div><div>featuring the couple.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> No may have noticed there is a special post on Patreon today and to balance it out I have a selection of other Andy and Will images selected from the archives, some modern and some from the early days.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">However one thing is clear, these two were destined for each other.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> There is also a few bits that I love, just pics ,some we have seen before and some new, but just stuff that makes my heart flutter.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> My best wishes to you all. To those we love and those we have lost.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI228CSRSkgM5D_a1BlumER9e14iWZeFfIXEoO6rVNmEv9VOCrWatUascNTrd7BS-3E7FwH_ANWfW-juM4sinnETfTk08XGauP_yZIQmhoaeNqHK32R_8uIR2jAGcDOnvMWQDaPT9LXvnjHsAUD4Iv9BHyGmo3n0wqZto2ijuhsRxOGgDUJv9whyphenhyphenG5o7l0/s5382/A%20very%20special%20request.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="5382" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI228CSRSkgM5D_a1BlumER9e14iWZeFfIXEoO6rVNmEv9VOCrWatUascNTrd7BS-3E7FwH_ANWfW-juM4sinnETfTk08XGauP_yZIQmhoaeNqHK32R_8uIR2jAGcDOnvMWQDaPT9LXvnjHsAUD4Iv9BHyGmo3n0wqZto2ijuhsRxOGgDUJv9whyphenhyphenG5o7l0/w640-h606/A%20very%20special%20request.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Not just the love between Andy and Will, but between best friends as well</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="3697" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyyaD3tgNybAuW4PiRz-4S6Cxqow4NGFLZ4v5t-rbWwtNxxXd_4DNA0jIBSMvdITWF_niBV1NVo8Ln2Z-U6dx00nIdQxy8B7onrELQerQ1Nn88vP5FGQF2Y43SDf88nBKATRNQUvYuazgBhZ9ItHgu3pUXM4Hw12K_kRjZFyXrIX4eTbrXaD73PbKxpOr/w464-h640/Just%20for%20you%20Auntie%203.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Now back to where it all started for me, i can't remember anything having such a heart fluttering effect on me than the first time I was Latex and I think it was worn by Dani Behr on the word and I thing I was about 10 years old maybe even younger.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy7JK9JZl2ibpRgKApfuC-XUFC0Vgz9tTnWis-Mwvpm5MAaLeZt_ekXzuBsd6scjzGQK3hlyyZ-NNwftRu-jA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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OMG It still is too much to believe even now </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismCDndhtNaoFLMm8dfSlbzLWtX8nOm7qNXfePEQcgJoCTPE0Y0cYtFtRN-PH0kpGL5QMlwtHTwD5FFFnn_UJ8OW3TcXrjHZceyahTVKySDAUiQAA70i1_PO6gWPuISirB3y_HGVk05QtxgAhoipQdClrexjtc5guO0Jc6ydH6AN45RnAJb8UQ_fQA2OaR/s5645/IMG_8164.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5645" data-original-width="3174" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismCDndhtNaoFLMm8dfSlbzLWtX8nOm7qNXfePEQcgJoCTPE0Y0cYtFtRN-PH0kpGL5QMlwtHTwD5FFFnn_UJ8OW3TcXrjHZceyahTVKySDAUiQAA70i1_PO6gWPuISirB3y_HGVk05QtxgAhoipQdClrexjtc5guO0Jc6ydH6AN45RnAJb8UQ_fQA2OaR/w360-h640/IMG_8164.jpeg" width="360" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I still think this is my fave pic from all of them, Vorders just looks so excited and joyful, I love it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dylf64Y9m3HD1sbVXp77lcRrAXwn0la6ltuNabpKoioNAUe-a2IXlQRzUsc18WhAXjED5GLDNX29P--ZQpNnA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Things I love.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGD0jHjXcY9Zel4u3BdpEd3L8POfFehxBj_0isYryFQY43YpJ5LCbvUXAp7puDzvZVRNHGaVWpK5yYnbbG4xqY8Shyphenhyphen9Xyc6VoozUNld6cA7XSh1E1PdDZ1GxGvfLw9AtwvkQsF8BF973FwEHxZV4wVZ6Y0ldASpXPel3X88ltUgCbcod_ros5g4Aqnahq/s3088/IMG_7035.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2320" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGD0jHjXcY9Zel4u3BdpEd3L8POfFehxBj_0isYryFQY43YpJ5LCbvUXAp7puDzvZVRNHGaVWpK5yYnbbG4xqY8Shyphenhyphen9Xyc6VoozUNld6cA7XSh1E1PdDZ1GxGvfLw9AtwvkQsF8BF973FwEHxZV4wVZ6Y0ldASpXPel3X88ltUgCbcod_ros5g4Aqnahq/w414-h552/IMG_7035.JPEG" width="414" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Things I love, My Bum in tight pair of pants. Not just 'cos I think it looks good and that they feels so sexy, tight and smooth, but because others think so too. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Once, whilst wearing a pair of black vinyl pants </span>in a bar, a guy gave my bum a full on caress. I didn't care, he was cute.</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;">Things I love, My very own Polished red soled heels. Sadly not the genuine Louboutin article, but they look awesome.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyegtgCukeGRLfL9dzTHwZWpIQ5EyuobopVQUoqC5aYCjX1A6YA8VomKUAhyI6ekQDdwnHxqf9XI2BTlFsshMzm6NnSH-rG_OzF9U4yqsyU3pkx9dQ0B4PuN36I_3nPpUSlclfcoA0XBWlLlzWxdyJfWgKuWHFH51L3vaVoOSwioNBCyWgEUIMByEr4qa/s3024/IMG_7892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyegtgCukeGRLfL9dzTHwZWpIQ5EyuobopVQUoqC5aYCjX1A6YA8VomKUAhyI6ekQDdwnHxqf9XI2BTlFsshMzm6NnSH-rG_OzF9U4yqsyU3pkx9dQ0B4PuN36I_3nPpUSlclfcoA0XBWlLlzWxdyJfWgKuWHFH51L3vaVoOSwioNBCyWgEUIMByEr4qa/w640-h640/IMG_7892.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Things I love</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Steps, Now usually I would go on about the gorgeous Claire but today, I think the super cute Lisa should take centre stage</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzorkIX4Syg0zFkRwZY2shoTiZix8E9KSrtiH1qEVqvsQyprDfCPqILiBGAiW4-NlledUUaQfDznbOX6JgvYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Speaking of Steps and this track in particular, because it is the soundtrack to one of the best nights of my life</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xRb4xqFpOvY" width="320" youtube-src-id="xRb4xqFpOvY"></iframe></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOGqiRknMgYHlpKZBxTuWjNG8Y60RVL7p-ArgPrCLxkhnZXIuNcbi1xf6tqBm7hLyPozZiSKxHil6ptICsKZX2U1dT1GYyHgmCCyoar0xCz1Yi03mcJJlhytgTwS2khrOA2w8eC-MDXf8IRRRATb7bZWftMZeltHO4N2oEC7wXZqLuqbYOKWkECvyqeCI/s938/Shei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="938" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOGqiRknMgYHlpKZBxTuWjNG8Y60RVL7p-ArgPrCLxkhnZXIuNcbi1xf6tqBm7hLyPozZiSKxHil6ptICsKZX2U1dT1GYyHgmCCyoar0xCz1Yi03mcJJlhytgTwS2khrOA2w8eC-MDXf8IRRRATb7bZWftMZeltHO4N2oEC7wXZqLuqbYOKWkECvyqeCI/w400-h385/Shei.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I need say no more .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But I must say I love you all, all of you who have followed me and become friends and all of you who help support this corner of the internet over on Patreon, Honestly if it were not for you I would have to find another job to pay my bills and that would stop my creativity in its tracks. You make this possible and I love you all for it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">XXX</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Andy</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-69870304936630385822024-02-12T06:00:00.009+00:002024-02-12T06:00:00.127+00:00New Art. Dangerous Times<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLk8JcHwSk_E-lmThyphenhyphenTwNNvTSfCJRhFwX3cWEh5QnSLCQRhvyQul8kKXG1SmCaPRR1gWLUk1sTWRhK0KMQklSCRDSgeWBMU3iPgz4Uj3uwH-GGkF5NuHUtHwV2AhpLXw6u2DhyyKGuabeQsl0rY2qbViTmujpCR1-h2lviVmmpxvikBeG2YdXkvKV8ZB0s/s416/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="363" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLk8JcHwSk_E-lmThyphenhyphenTwNNvTSfCJRhFwX3cWEh5QnSLCQRhvyQul8kKXG1SmCaPRR1gWLUk1sTWRhK0KMQklSCRDSgeWBMU3iPgz4Uj3uwH-GGkF5NuHUtHwV2AhpLXw6u2DhyyKGuabeQsl0rY2qbViTmujpCR1-h2lviVmmpxvikBeG2YdXkvKV8ZB0s/w154-h177/pre.jpg" width="154" /></a></div>On Patreon Today</div><div>A delightful single</div><div>piece from the sweet</div><div>imagination of</div><div>our dear Christeen.</div><div>This is a super</div><div>feminine all white</div><div>piece ,love it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Monday has arrived, yes I know it comes round too quickly, but hopefully I can ease that Monday Blues with a new piece which was previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> It is Slightly darker piece, and it set around the time Aunt Jane splits with the Sisterhood and prepares to leave for America with Andy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Indeed the way the Sisterhood are manipulating Andy and his image, I mean Andy is in some danger of being abused here, really angers Aunt Jane. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> It takes a lots to make a lady of her class to swear ,but she is definitely not having this. I figure she left Andy in their care, whilst she went off to do some business meetings or something and has returned to find Andy in real Danger.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hope you like this</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">My biggest hugs</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Ps Tune into Patreon on Tuesday for an extra Valentines treat</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1JJ-2pwIrqY_AHSF1rpGmY7r_boylic31Etsh44UiR5m3Yhx8sEa8SOaER9KGt24q2mx4N2euvolJ8HZMXnpRvI02_Ze_ozGDZG9JjB64RZqeKf8QpKH1__S1EbjGtpTFb7g19hdhjP3gFGDkdbM7RZNdP2rK-3eNMlcZt9qcBTlt9k7fm5-zV40EyvR/s6335/Danger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="6335" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1JJ-2pwIrqY_AHSF1rpGmY7r_boylic31Etsh44UiR5m3Yhx8sEa8SOaER9KGt24q2mx4N2euvolJ8HZMXnpRvI02_Ze_ozGDZG9JjB64RZqeKf8QpKH1__S1EbjGtpTFb7g19hdhjP3gFGDkdbM7RZNdP2rK-3eNMlcZt9qcBTlt9k7fm5-zV40EyvR/w640-h514/Danger.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Hello again</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">One more thing, I deliberately kept Andy's classic pixie cut and not a more feminine style to highlight he vulnerability in this moment. Though the two "Thugs" don't seem to realise....or do they? </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">xxx</span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-85456116337323844702024-02-09T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-09T06:00:00.141+00:00Art by Christeen<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkhzp3UargJ_EArdsx4d35eXPACmXsRhuTi8RyvdcfYQOgwDF6qBSzfD3BElWBFQb0IuTOqazleNIdxhg9zkk8BEWTQibPDTzbI2JYxPzag4cffpm-cRDMyexTy8rM1n3GOwKiqyaDX69ksks-eVklxKTR6yd_1QfST2VHNaYZVEIpcLXeczCQarXO2Kh/s597/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="597" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkhzp3UargJ_EArdsx4d35eXPACmXsRhuTi8RyvdcfYQOgwDF6qBSzfD3BElWBFQb0IuTOqazleNIdxhg9zkk8BEWTQibPDTzbI2JYxPzag4cffpm-cRDMyexTy8rM1n3GOwKiqyaDX69ksks-eVklxKTR6yd_1QfST2VHNaYZVEIpcLXeczCQarXO2Kh/w215-h203/pre.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>After the danger</div><div>of last weeks piece</div><div>we find ourselves</div><div>back in the safe hands </div><div>of our favourite Aunt.</div><div>This is also a step back</div><div>in time to a point where</div><div>Andy's journey is still</div><div>in its infancy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I hope this week has flown by for you, It has for me in a haze of mad rushing about which is why I sadly had to miss this Wednesdays post. I will try to make up for it in the next few days.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Not that you will need anymore stimulation because now it is time for our dear Christeen to take centre stage with some more wonderful art.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Be safe</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WTVKJzL6kR5IPid6AE1YcxtPNUviYlLPcfMxfWxz0_Ma9nF4PnhyphenhyphensGmaCYcgG43phr46nYuzA00tPjJJS2uixF51GwXPOJyfb0oRaKpdGs_gZvwEj6Qta4G_1T9TCnasqdrBDcUTImnMiztSFfkTeQPD38WtJ7x9hwhDh-lQwNpobC-267qTg-nFmGLf/s2139/Christeen2376An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2139" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WTVKJzL6kR5IPid6AE1YcxtPNUviYlLPcfMxfWxz0_Ma9nF4PnhyphenhyphensGmaCYcgG43phr46nYuzA00tPjJJS2uixF51GwXPOJyfb0oRaKpdGs_gZvwEj6Qta4G_1T9TCnasqdrBDcUTImnMiztSFfkTeQPD38WtJ7x9hwhDh-lQwNpobC-267qTg-nFmGLf/w330-h640/Christeen2376An.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0bAJz_uBkcFBU4C_99lmJdMS1pXXY36Y6f2TA5Xsz_xnUEKK-jxEsya3PDz_-3iaczZAjNwa9kdS5XEnUOPY-OpdHZ8reF_KbVHOu7MGMD86uXoCQciS5YPNBzwMYKiOq0WMmnlmdCmQ18UXT1F-VkOiMY4iPhAQkBtAUFxkown6L11FTcNP3K1RSMeO/s1229/Christeen2377An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="865" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0bAJz_uBkcFBU4C_99lmJdMS1pXXY36Y6f2TA5Xsz_xnUEKK-jxEsya3PDz_-3iaczZAjNwa9kdS5XEnUOPY-OpdHZ8reF_KbVHOu7MGMD86uXoCQciS5YPNBzwMYKiOq0WMmnlmdCmQ18UXT1F-VkOiMY4iPhAQkBtAUFxkown6L11FTcNP3K1RSMeO/w450-h640/Christeen2377An.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00CbAP-ZoJPq9aaQ_XSmmzU3IsC82loGNTHoW92aHnTNm-g3ZtLTjRvqo6evUbV6WxnizlPFTQf-CpQP8iisStL4QWCvYANmwpeaqjy_T6mpgChsKrkCrmsiK1bJyCcNbDx9PdXHrI1WnMfaDhx8kFz3iNDtC_s4DScv5Bfrx7dv71QeITf0289vvJnKs/s1650/Christeen2378An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00CbAP-ZoJPq9aaQ_XSmmzU3IsC82loGNTHoW92aHnTNm-g3ZtLTjRvqo6evUbV6WxnizlPFTQf-CpQP8iisStL4QWCvYANmwpeaqjy_T6mpgChsKrkCrmsiK1bJyCcNbDx9PdXHrI1WnMfaDhx8kFz3iNDtC_s4DScv5Bfrx7dv71QeITf0289vvJnKs/w426-h640/Christeen2378An.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-43165161959269067682024-02-05T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-05T07:33:43.674+00:00Cheer squad. By Skinnie Stallion<div style="text-align: left;"><div><br /></div><div><div> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKnaXSrkV4Fj8jraMCUZvT_DRpeOhXCVPpOOewzKT75BMmDZEusviq6w18MWrPKk5k3RGxtI0Ts0LTCD8lcTOFpCq7gOs0xhykJdvko2TPbijBf8Sw5AJ7UCM31G6-kTWcVgNNSKGAXnbGnUxoxFzm7F8a5qwvD-Q4UoWERnODswsEn8vUEezmO3-xs80/s325/pre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="325" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKnaXSrkV4Fj8jraMCUZvT_DRpeOhXCVPpOOewzKT75BMmDZEusviq6w18MWrPKk5k3RGxtI0Ts0LTCD8lcTOFpCq7gOs0xhykJdvko2TPbijBf8Sw5AJ7UCM31G6-kTWcVgNNSKGAXnbGnUxoxFzm7F8a5qwvD-Q4UoWERnODswsEn8vUEezmO3-xs80/w201-h188/pre.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>It is Monday and </div><div>that means a lovely </div><div>new piece from </div><div>the ever sparkling </div><div>mind of our dear </div><div>Christeen. Come</div><div>on into the salon</div><div>Chris.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hello Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hope you are all well. Owning to my posting this months Calendar page over on Patreon we are a week adrift here on the blog and so I though I would take this opportunity to share another lost piece of fiction for our dear Skinnie Stallion. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> This one takes us all the way out to Nowheresville where Andy and Jane are hiding out from the vengeful Sisterhood and finds Andy in that oh so cute Cheer leaders outfit.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I have added "Andy's First Day" at the beginning simply because it kind of fits into the story.</span></div><div> <span style="font-size: large;"> I have had to tinker with the way out, as once again this platform kept messing up the formatting, so hopefully after a lot of mucking about I think I have it looking mostly right. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Thank you as ever for your support and enjoyment of my art, I do so love our little corner of the net. Nearly 14.5 millions pages visits can't be wrong.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy's First Day</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5CMTAJQI3u5G5-m7z-DKutldnSohVFYpzxJisfxxpDWEH0XHY0Ex97B5IMsRjbHbowzj_oVrkyJ2kfhIR1WhTZ_RrG3RuGJPIq8_JffeFrvunEOAQ0KO6z9Pa8NAtFCJcFgjLWiO5pmYD1FcVe4ncpKsBTXiKwex-86VryKFhRDhyzUFn69r4cBXgAGc/s5264/First%20Day.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="5264" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5CMTAJQI3u5G5-m7z-DKutldnSohVFYpzxJisfxxpDWEH0XHY0Ex97B5IMsRjbHbowzj_oVrkyJ2kfhIR1WhTZ_RrG3RuGJPIq8_JffeFrvunEOAQ0KO6z9Pa8NAtFCJcFgjLWiO5pmYD1FcVe4ncpKsBTXiKwex-86VryKFhRDhyzUFn69r4cBXgAGc/w640-h618/First%20Day.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Cheer Squad </span>By<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Skinnie Stallion</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div>He felt on such a high. The fittings and the dress rehearsal had gone so well. The girls had loved the new cheerleader uniforms that he'd designed. He couldn't deny that he'd been influenced by seeing pictures of the Panther girlsº, but their outfits were basic in comparison. He'd incorporated the college <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmE43LNgjtvUxAmdcZ-pu9XS0sU-9XalkqcMeWYcOueYHqXXtLXveHIUZIJS2q_TLXF5S2TBfB9s8TfIcUCNgetXxP28WsBIJaZDiCT2XN7Z6L57FMlJdb_g2Q8tCkikcVhJ6zK1bCggnEZoKQSAbMSmsj41QifzL_2yWz-A1igEdQC8izFGzBy657NcC-/s2701/cheer.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2701" data-original-width="1250" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmE43LNgjtvUxAmdcZ-pu9XS0sU-9XalkqcMeWYcOueYHqXXtLXveHIUZIJS2q_TLXF5S2TBfB9s8TfIcUCNgetXxP28WsBIJaZDiCT2XN7Z6L57FMlJdb_g2Q8tCkikcVhJ6zK1bCggnEZoKQSAbMSmsj41QifzL_2yWz-A1igEdQC8izFGzBy657NcC-/w197-h426/cheer.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><br />colours around the hem and necklines. And ra-ra skirts were much more suitable and gave much freer movement than tight pants. He certainly preferred the absence of restriction and unwelcome tightness for some of the stretches and lunges. It was a nice opportunity too for him to be back in latex without drawing attention to himself. He'd even got the college 'MW' logo emblazoned across the chest of every girl. </div><div>The squad had agreed that they wanted to keep the new design under wraps until the big game. It had been a secret rehearsal with only the team manager and Brad, the team captain allowed to stay back after the team's practice to watch. The rest of the team had been sent on a five mile run to loosen up after their final practice.. </div><div>Aunt Jane was waiting to pick-up and take him home. If you could call their little lodge, tucked away in the hills above town, 'home'. It had been 2 months now and there'd been no sign of either The Sisterhood or their bounty hunters. It looked like they'd finally shaken them. </div><div>Now he just needed a quick pee before they set-out for the long drive. He'd shower when they got home and then slip into something more comfortable. He wondered what Aunt Jane would have selected: perhaps one of his diaphanous silk night gowns, or maybe one of his harnesses - it was Friday night after all. </div><div>He felt happy and wasn't concentrating as he headed on auto-pilot for the Restroom. The changing room was quiet. That seemed strange. Where were the girls? He was certain some had gone to change before they hit the bars in town. </div><div>(Andy knew that some of them wouldn't bother to change after the big game tomorrow: they would definitely want to be wearing his uniform in the bars and clubs tomorrow night.) </div><div>He was fully in the locker area, before it dawned on him. He heard movement behind him, and a male<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDc7Swo4yAyTI0cbI5J44DXALrDUqvSRJLcrmD2JHObDzMpVLG8S5igID3ZCo8tJX9RfstO6q5FiQagQvFnykyRWstWEe4BO_XtNXAmqtHTgALeRVNAr18EnXYRaxq9LSkpoVuAOWi-smzX_Lcb8ivDMeHUDjlN0tQxAIuZo-JnEm7c5AzL0Dd8xr-uw-g/s423/jan.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="359" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDc7Swo4yAyTI0cbI5J44DXALrDUqvSRJLcrmD2JHObDzMpVLG8S5igID3ZCo8tJX9RfstO6q5FiQagQvFnykyRWstWEe4BO_XtNXAmqtHTgALeRVNAr18EnXYRaxq9LSkpoVuAOWi-smzX_Lcb8ivDMeHUDjlN0tQxAIuZo-JnEm7c5AzL0Dd8xr-uw-g/w142-h167/jan.jpg" width="142" /></a></div><br /> janitor emerged from between the rows of lockers with his mop and bucket. </div><div>“Sorry honey, but you don’t wanna be in here when the team get back.” </div><div>Andy’s heart leapt: he was in the wrong changing room. He'd heard too much already about the hazing rituals that some of the boys' teams and fraternities got up to. He had to get out. “Cheer squad change next door.” </div><div>Then Brad appeared from the showers, just wearing a towel around his waist. Andy had always thought Brad quite a hunk. With no Will for months, Andy had been tempted but he’d never been part of the clique of airheads who went chasing after the jocks and dating didn’t fit with lying low. </div><div>"Say Andy, what brings you here?" Brad said looking hopeful. He’d always had the hots for that English girl with the cute accent. Then his tone changed on seeing the janitor: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix27cEEBEToAKeH1T02M45qK-0lBTXMaXF0rNNXjfSvatMl1sO0KQHeuUS3lm5419LaFBYPjynZSCivcnGtub9BmNATA5PDcBHC-YQi2F5TqB21ml2B-dwHPAxCkUqBu5N4A8-x7nhX-ycCACWiH5LnXP1bE-F5caZ4sLbBP2YIUtLZYMeLPyCjhCH-llm/s1950/brad.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="1950" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix27cEEBEToAKeH1T02M45qK-0lBTXMaXF0rNNXjfSvatMl1sO0KQHeuUS3lm5419LaFBYPjynZSCivcnGtub9BmNATA5PDcBHC-YQi2F5TqB21ml2B-dwHPAxCkUqBu5N4A8-x7nhX-ycCACWiH5LnXP1bE-F5caZ4sLbBP2YIUtLZYMeLPyCjhCH-llm/w400-h223/brad.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"Nice job tonight. Love the uniform and the new routine. No-one's going to forget the Montana Wieners’ Cheer Squad after tomorrow’s game. Let’s hope the team do as well as you and the girls." </div><div>"Yes, er Brad. No-one. Sorry, wrong changing room," replied Andy and scuttled quickly past a startled janitor towards the exit. Phew that was close. At least his Montana Wiener would stay secret a little longer. </div><div>"Hey Andy," Brad called, "how about a date tomorrow night after the game?" </div><div>"Ummm, yes," mumbled a startled Andy. He was getting flustered. Anything to get out. He had to be out before the rest of the team got back from their run. </div><div>“Say, can you wear your uniform when we hit town?”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQ-aQ_yeFlMjlYtYN10Du_9IrduLekstxlz9P59PId2fDioNKBE2CVbfALiK2XMEHQUxgsyRKmYtnODTMdS9CooIfysCDh9CNCy4_4gUdb6AISygAXigxOhfTgDWhMJQCIjiJUTByjPYewNLo6VLgHyHzaTYZtDmQxlTtRpOZ3rQUpTm4yYyt4YQqKPm6/s3896/cheer%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3181" data-original-width="3896" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQ-aQ_yeFlMjlYtYN10Du_9IrduLekstxlz9P59PId2fDioNKBE2CVbfALiK2XMEHQUxgsyRKmYtnODTMdS9CooIfysCDh9CNCy4_4gUdb6AISygAXigxOhfTgDWhMJQCIjiJUTByjPYewNLo6VLgHyHzaTYZtDmQxlTtRpOZ3rQUpTm4yYyt4YQqKPm6/w640-h522/cheer%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>“I guess,” said Andy scurrying towards the exit. He was going to need Jane to rescue him tomorrow evening. Did cheerleaders normally have chaperones? But Brad did seem nice. And he was very fit. And with no Will, it had been a long time. Such a long time. Such a very long time..….</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo31Dzakwc4qncPDfEucdQxjW29hbYYQTOi2Q4NyhOS2UzytVYArIaWSL8FKEoiS3PTCoqeP0B7h3Z96rJxH-_-qw-ZgusDxQ377LZ9JdcLXZaqMc5ACuuuIPhcuT-TMFiX3AxINiZDJ1H76GbgW_2jNYhIMbEItx1qBbg21UPd3edzD7CRmV7i7wGgRJ9/s1351/DAT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="1351" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo31Dzakwc4qncPDfEucdQxjW29hbYYQTOi2Q4NyhOS2UzytVYArIaWSL8FKEoiS3PTCoqeP0B7h3Z96rJxH-_-qw-ZgusDxQ377LZ9JdcLXZaqMc5ACuuuIPhcuT-TMFiX3AxINiZDJ1H76GbgW_2jNYhIMbEItx1qBbg21UPd3edzD7CRmV7i7wGgRJ9/w640-h492/DAT.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Andy</span></div><div><br /></div></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-68077311382436967032024-02-02T06:00:00.001+00:002024-02-02T06:00:00.135+00:00Trio of delights from Christeen<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href="Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB8MCZrlf3oYAMWebvfidojWeHRdGyQXNjz9SJ-xIAfIIlRL66SaGPOoYenB5TRuGpaYaxlScrIOeiXpNzwVUcOmnhzjg-bFg4XLrNwksmvBCEkdQAnOX3JeGRJPMZpS1Njy1dAz8IrTEQdbGo0-RmRwAuohpxRq7wfGMwChmlMlLgb0Ts4HMdueqKp1c/s1383/PRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1118" data-original-width="1383" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB8MCZrlf3oYAMWebvfidojWeHRdGyQXNjz9SJ-xIAfIIlRL66SaGPOoYenB5TRuGpaYaxlScrIOeiXpNzwVUcOmnhzjg-bFg4XLrNwksmvBCEkdQAnOX3JeGRJPMZpS1Njy1dAz8IrTEQdbGo0-RmRwAuohpxRq7wfGMwChmlMlLgb0Ts4HMdueqKp1c/w274-h222/PRE.jpg" width="274" /></a></div>On Patreon today</div><div>It's Friday which</div><div>means it is time for </div><div>me to step up with </div><div>a new piece of my</div><div>very own art.</div><div>This time we find</div><div>Andy in danger</div><div>It's a slightly darker</div><div>piece, but hopefully </div><div>Aunt Jane is on hand </div><div>to save the day</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Happy Friday, the week is done and that means it's time for Christeen to take centre stage with three more absolute gems .</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Big hugs and best wishes</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6upKr1s63LuBkpTJb8PwnrnAJoBo5RBwsrfhzmTwPiYbgtFCXYqjoifdZlVdc5drx4K25kZCPk7Jx3kJypB49UMmjyjja0-uYpEMqn_7bwR3kmZqSeG2b7Km4Ei_hNGvP7Az60ma6t7ZbTnJxRIEB7JqR0nStRj9gCrl_URGO6LSB7wynFhaT2yTk7zi/s1494/Christeen2373An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1494" data-original-width="1300" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6upKr1s63LuBkpTJb8PwnrnAJoBo5RBwsrfhzmTwPiYbgtFCXYqjoifdZlVdc5drx4K25kZCPk7Jx3kJypB49UMmjyjja0-uYpEMqn_7bwR3kmZqSeG2b7Km4Ei_hNGvP7Az60ma6t7ZbTnJxRIEB7JqR0nStRj9gCrl_URGO6LSB7wynFhaT2yTk7zi/w556-h640/Christeen2373An.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBM9mHDyAvby4pM86QmptyHlx5lOI5uaDcuMmRHg-xmgg259gaM3G2Nt2rEETVjulSMSoxlAuSKhfVX8f-oztGAGdXtafBwqJAglywOI4gC6PKOqFqjQaNgEC2PEvUqEEIAVpsT3LZIJeY_ZQbnJnw-d2Jbydr-8HrABxJhhc19CA39YDf0ftRpeb_o5d/s1369/Christeen2374An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1369" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBM9mHDyAvby4pM86QmptyHlx5lOI5uaDcuMmRHg-xmgg259gaM3G2Nt2rEETVjulSMSoxlAuSKhfVX8f-oztGAGdXtafBwqJAglywOI4gC6PKOqFqjQaNgEC2PEvUqEEIAVpsT3LZIJeY_ZQbnJnw-d2Jbydr-8HrABxJhhc19CA39YDf0ftRpeb_o5d/w420-h640/Christeen2374An.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8g38Lg_vTOIOoSL2Z3KmEHr3rla7-fumV900E_RFt4jAPA2N6PKJkA9ZF0OlauwDJ0e9h_OprUyICqCnXIGsuiZf1IJ0WcNZV_J8gPz_7A__iMF5PHOnJH_SUlx-dfvba2DD_-oG76krgZCZDjmtc2fn6SAmD1wOSFyNbwLJXWUFomiAqF1wxonTmjJu/s1650/Christeen2372An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8g38Lg_vTOIOoSL2Z3KmEHr3rla7-fumV900E_RFt4jAPA2N6PKJkA9ZF0OlauwDJ0e9h_OprUyICqCnXIGsuiZf1IJ0WcNZV_J8gPz_7A__iMF5PHOnJH_SUlx-dfvba2DD_-oG76krgZCZDjmtc2fn6SAmD1wOSFyNbwLJXWUFomiAqF1wxonTmjJu/w426-h640/Christeen2372An.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-54997036938048054082024-01-31T06:00:00.061+00:002024-01-31T06:00:00.137+00:00Wednesday with Rubber H and more<div style="text-align: left;"><div>Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href="Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On Patreon right now</div><div>We are running a new story by</div><div>Skinnie S on the top two</div><div>tiers.</div><div>In time it will appear on the main blog</div><div>but due to various things, it is</div><div>premiering over there.</div><div>XXX</div></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Sadly only time for a swift catch up and because we have so little time, lets get straight in with a superb stunning piece of art, featuring our blogs ultimate heroine, the gorgeous Keira Knightley.<br />This is by doctortarr over at deviantart and comes with full permission to share and I you wanna see more follow the link, you won't be disapointed.</span> <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/doctortarr23/gallery">https://www.deviantart.com/doctortarr23/gallery</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7vze1pijc-V_YGH4YJ2RFTou9KPxQhV4OYEykPxz3wkFTZ1pDyl_F8BX92pK6M-fHvkTcmyI-I3kHeBHQ2u8rQ-DsHK345bnPbTMsIooq0pUiyuKhJiCvtnMZYEeGXNMq1WTrpvZm3yqmzdsgiQPBNivnWnFLGoStl75bIOnDXw4X6RcZcaAB1Zm89xl/s1410/Dark%20Keira.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1410" data-original-width="860" height="706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7vze1pijc-V_YGH4YJ2RFTou9KPxQhV4OYEykPxz3wkFTZ1pDyl_F8BX92pK6M-fHvkTcmyI-I3kHeBHQ2u8rQ-DsHK345bnPbTMsIooq0pUiyuKhJiCvtnMZYEeGXNMq1WTrpvZm3yqmzdsgiQPBNivnWnFLGoStl75bIOnDXw4X6RcZcaAB1Zm89xl/w430-h706/Dark%20Keira.png" width="430" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Keira in Star Wars yes please, especially in the costume of an imperial assassin</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Next a clip sent to me by our friend Andy X, I remember seeing this a while ago but can't ever recall sharing it here and with Aunt Jane taking on the iconic role of Emma Peel over on Patreon it seems the perfect time to share now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "Second thoughts" was a comedy show in Britain and in one episode the beautiful Belinda Lang's sexily haughty character, slips into this PVC Catsuit as Emma Peel at a costume party.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uUcyn8o0Rm4" width="320" youtube-src-id="uUcyn8o0Rm4"></iframe></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Thanks Andy X</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> So today we have something very special for the main course. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> A story from our dear friend Rubber H .It features all our favourite characters, however, as ever, I must say this is part of the wider AndyVerse and not part of my own "Official" narrative.</span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"> That said it is a classic RH story full of latex, bondage and domination. Expect the unexpected, this gets naughty. </span></p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">By the Chimney With Care</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Copyright 2024 by RubberH</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Another travel through the world of Andy Latex, with his permission</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div>“Ding Dong, Ding Dong” the doorbell rang out.</div><div>Andy quickly trotted to the front door. It was especially difficult as he was wearing his new 6 inch stilettos. While he had eventually learned how to walk in the 5 inch ones, these were giving him a bit of trouble. It was difficult to properly sway his hips as he walked, but Aunt Jane would not be deterred. She had gone to a lot of trouble to have these made and delivered for him to wear this Christmas. Andy didn’t want to disappoint her, so he wore the new shoes every day for a week. He no longer stumbled, but on occasion he had to steady himself against a table or wall, especially if he had to get somewhere quickly.</div><div>He arrived at the door and before opening it, he checked himself in the mirror. Yes, his hair and makeup were just as Aunt Jane required. He straightened out his maid’s uniform. The latex had been freshly polished to a brilliant shine. He opened the door and on the front steps stood two women. </div><div>The first was a blond woman about Aunt Jane’s age. She had steely grey eyes and rose red lipstick. The second woman was brunette and much younger; maybe Andy’s age or slightly older. </div><div>“Is this the home of Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones?” the first woman inquired. Andy nodded yes. “I am Ms. Amber Williams and this is my assistant Persimmon. I am the professional party planner. May I come in or has Lady Jane changed her mind?”</div><div>“No, Ms. Williams. Aun..umm, Lady Jane is just busy in the library. Please come in.” said Andy.</div><div>The two women entered and Andy took their coats. Ms. Williams was wearing a tailored suit made of black leather. Persimmon was dressed in something altogether different: A neck to toe pink latex catsuit, with knee high white ballet boots and shoulder-length gloves.</div><div>“I…I will announce you to Lady Jane.” Stammered Andy.</div><div>“Never mind, I will announce myself.” said Ms. Williams, and walked down the hallway.</div><div>“Like what you see?” asked Persimmon.</div><div>Andy didn’t know what to say. Persimmon was extremely shapely and he could see that…Oh, so clearly, that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her nipples and…and her nether regions were very pronounced!</div><div>“Don’t be shy.” Persimmon giggled. “Seeing that you are into latex as well, I bet that you’re starting to get hot and sticky.”</div><div>Andy knew that she was right. He watched as she walked around the foyer and into the Reception Room. The material was clinging tightly to her breasts and rear. Even though the maid’s uniform was very brief, with a very short skirt and a plunging neckline, the heat from the tight latex was causing him to slightly perspire.</div><div>Persimmon looked at Andy. “Lady Jane should lower the thermostat. Otherwise you are going to ruin your makeup, and that would spoil things.”</div><div>Andy started to reply when all of a sudden he heard a loud ‘crash’. It was coming from the library. He turned and rushed down the hallway. The heels caught on the carpet and he stumbled against the wall. He had to brace himself on a table to keep from falling. He reached the door and pushed it open.</div><div>There was Aunt Jane, lying unconscious on the floor. Ms. Williams was hovering over her, speaking on a phone. “Yes. Two ready for transport.” She said and looked at Andy. “Well, give it another couple of minutes…Persimmon.”</div><div>Andy felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and a heavy spray of a stinging solution hit his face. He stepped back, stunned. His eyes watering and throat tightening. He felt the room spinning and his vision blurred….</div><div><br /></div><div>The next thing he felt was a tightness all around him. Slowly he opened his eyes. Things were still blurry. His arms felt as if they were pinned to his sides and his legs pressed tightly together. He struggled but he couldn’t move. After several minutes he regained his sight. He was in a large room. Floor to ceiling windows looked over a night sky and numerous lit buildings. There was something familiar about this place. He felt warmth to his left and he turned his head. He was next to a large fireplace that had been lit. As he regained more of his senses, he realized that he was encased from the shoulders down in a large, green latex …stocking? He tried to shake himself free but he had been hung on the mantle and some sort of harness prevented him from slipping off the heavy steel hook. Then he realized that something large had been thrust into his mouth and tied behind his head. “MMMMM” he tried to shout, but it barely audible.</div><div>Looking around at the room, he saw that there was a Christmas tree in a corner and there were holiday decorations everywhere.</div><div>“Where am I?” he wondered. “Where’s Aunt Jane? Oh No! What did they do to her?”</div><div>“Click….click…click” came a sound from his right. He turned his head and saw a French Maid walking towards him. Then he heard more ‘Click…click..click” and another identical maid followed the first.</div><div> He now realized where he was. He was in Mistress Nightshade’s home in Chicago. Chicago! How did he get here? These were Yvette and Yvonne, her twin sissy maids!</div><div>The two maids stopped in front of Andy. They looked at him and smiled. He remembered those looks as they had ravished him repeatedly for many hours as part of his reward for helping to recover the Domina’s priceless statue. </div><div>Yvonne walked up to him and checked to make sure he was well secured. Then he began to rub himself slowly up and down against Andy’s encased body. Andy squirmed as Yvonne pressed harder and faster, now using his hands to also stroke Andy’s small breasts and nipples. Yvette stepped up and began to slowly kiss and lick Andy’s bare shoulders and then his neck. Up to the chin and the side of Andy’s face. Yvette began nibbling on Andy’s ear as Yvonne increased the speed and intensity of the rubbing. Andy remembered how this first felt and while he was embarrassed, he couldn’t help being aroused and despite his best efforts, he had succumbed, ending up ejaculating multiple times, leaving him spent and dazed…and yet secretly wanting more.</div><div>Suddenly, there was the sound of the front door opening. The twins stopped (much to Andy’s frustration) and stood side by side, facing the door. In a few moments a figure entered the room. The twins curtsied together.</div><div>Although still recovering, Andy saw the figure approach him. It was dressed in a baggy hooded sweatshirt and jeans. A pair of heavy soled work shoes on the feet. “Well, well. Look what we have here.” Said the figure as the hood was pulled back. Andy saw that it was a young man probably in his mid-twenties. He had shaggy brown hair and was smoking a cigarette. “Mom said that a delivery was coming. I hope that you were made comfortable.”</div><div>Andy once again tried to say something, forgetting that he was still gagged. The young man approached him and smiled. He tossed his cigarette into the fireplace. “Not comfortable? From what I heard, you love wearing tight latex, and I bet this is extra tight because this, as he pointed to Andy’s groin, shows you must really be enjoying it.”</div><div>The young man reached up and touched Andy’s gag. “Now.. Andy isn’t it? I’m going to take this off for the time being so we can have a nice little talk. Don’t scream or shout, or it goes back in.” he said as he removed the gag. Once it was out of his mouth, Andy could see that the gag was actually a small orange with a ribbon passing through it.</div><div>“Who are you? Why am I here?” Andy asked with a tremble in his voice.</div><div>“Ahhh, the usual questions that get asked.” Said the young man. “To start with, my name is Sydney. I am Mistress Nightshade’s son. You are here because …well because the Sisterhood didn’t quite know what to do with you while Lady Jane is serving her punishment.”</div><div>“Aunt Jane!” cried Andy. “Where is she? What have you done with her?”</div><div>“I haven’t done anything.” Said Sydney “It seems that she has once again, run afoul of the Domina. She embarrassed another member of the Sisterhood at that charity art exhibit. Do you remember it Andy?”</div><div>Andy tried to recall but he couldn’t. He shook his head.</div><div>“Members of the Sisterhood were asked to contribute pieces to a fund-raising gala. Does that ring a bell?”</div><div>Andy was silent.</div><div>Sydney smiled. “That little piece you posed for. Oh, that’s right. You probably never saw the finished job. Your Aunt Jane had decided to do something along the lines of Classic Greek sculpture. A statue of…”</div><div>Andy suddenly realized what it was.</div><div>“Aha!” said Sydney. “She had you dress up as a white cow and pose. What she probably didn’t tell you was that the piece was of King Minos’ wife Pasiplae and her being ravished by Zeus who appeared as a bull. You get the story now? (Sigh) The tale of the Minotaur?”</div><div>Once Sydney saw that Andy realized what the statue was about, Sydney continued “Well, once her little piece of art was delivered and seen by the gallery owner, it was too late to send it back. They had to close the entire exhibition room before the gala started. There were members of the Royal Household attending and to make it worse, it was for a children’s charity. Clearly in very poor taste.”</div><div>“But what happened to Aunt Jane?” Andy asked. Tears starting to flow as he feared the worst.</div><div>“Obviously she had to be punished. You know, I heard all sorts of stories from my folks about Lady Jane and I couldn’t figure out how she kept getting into these messes. Then I realized that despite her being a supposed dominant, I bet she actually craves the various punishments.”</div><div>Sydney snapped his fingers and Yvette brought him a scotch on the rocks. He sipped his drink slowly. “So my mom happened to be at the Gala and volunteered her and my dad to be in charge of the punishment. There was one complication..you. There was no need to punish you as well, so mom decided that you would be spending time here during the holidays. It seems she was quite taken with you when you were doing that little favor. She said you reminded her of someone, and I can’t disagree.”</div><div>Andy started shaking. “What are you going to do with me?” he asked. Sydney smiled “Well, we’ll get into that in a little while. Right now, I have to slip into something much more comfortable.” He finished his drink and left the room with the twins following close behind.</div><div>Andy hung in the latex stocking for over an hour. He tried to free himself, but he gave up, realizing that he was stuck there until someone took him down from the mantle.</div><div>He heard a clock strike eight and then he heard the three sets of footsteps approaching the room. Before him was..</div><div>Sydney, but very much different. He was dressed in a thin pink latex robe and wearing incredibly high heels. The shaggy brown hair was gone, replaced by a shoulder-length blond hairdo. His face was exquisitely made up with long eyelashes and blood red lipstick. In fact, except for his hair color, Andy saw that Sydney looked very much like…him. </div><div>“You like?” Sydney mockingly asked. “I was surprised myself when mom showed me your picture. Go ahead and take a good look.”</div><div>Andy looked at the biggest surprises as he looked at Sydney from the front. Sydney was sporting a pair of huge breasts.</div><div>“Yes, they’re real.” Sydney said. “I’ve been on hormones for years, but my boobs needed a tiny bit of augmentation. 44 DD. Since my dad is a plastic surgeon he gave be these for my high school graduation. I have to really strap them down though when I go outside in my male clothes. I see that you’re also admiring something else.”</div><div>Andy looked and farther down was ..”Oh my …my” he exclaimed to himself. A very large bulge!</div><div>Andy blushed as Sydney opened his robe wide. “What do you like the most? These?” he said touching his breasts “Or these” as he took hold of his manhood. “Personally, I like them both, but I’ve decided to not go any further. No reassignment surgery. I’m already having the best of both worlds. Girls, boys and everything inbetween.” </div><div>Sydney snapped his fingers once more and the twins approached him. Yvette kneeled facing him. Yvonne behind him, lifting up the back of his robe and placing his head under it. Sydney parted his legs and seconds later, the two maids began to pleasure him.</div><div>“The twins are ….mmmm…very good at….oooohhh…satisfying a person’s needs.” Sydney continued. “As you have already experienced.”</div><div>Andy watched as Sydney was serviced by Yvonne and Yvette. Besides Sydney’s moans of pleasure, Andy heard the constant sounds of slurping and licking. </div><div>“Yes….I bet you felt the way I feel now, don’t you Andy? Sydney asked as he panted harder and harder. Then he had his release and yet the twins continued until he said “Stop”. The twins instantly ceased and began to clean him off.</div><div>“Did you enjoy watching that Andy?” asked Sydney. “Oh, you are so red! I didn’t think you were that shy.”</div><div>Sydney approached Andy and read the tag on the stocking “Merry Christmas to a good boy/girl, love Mom and Dad.” He said and then began to kiss Andy’s bare shoulders. “We are going to have a great time these next few weeks….”</div><div>“Weeks!” Andy exclaimed. </div><div>“Relax.” said Sydney “You’ll be back in time for the new school year. We’re just keeping you out of trouble until your Aunt has served her time.”</div><div>“Please….Where is she?” Andy began crying.</div><div>Sydney sighed, “Your Aunty is right now at my parents’ vacation home in Norway. By now she has been sealed up in a latex pony suit and has been securely harnessed and bridled. She and another unfortunate will be pulling a sleigh for the duration. Now of course, two ponies aren’t enough to pull a huge sleigh, so a couple of extremely randy stallions will be sharing their load, and their stalls. Now, she hasn’t been told how long the punishment will be, but the worst part for her is that she will have no idea of what has happened to you. The affection she has for you is her weakness and that is her true punishment. No whips or humiliations would work on her, but her losing her precious Andy…that will be torture for her.”</div><div> “Now, I heard a lot about you from my mother. The twins were especially fond of how you eventually overcame your hesitancy and started getting into it. You DID enjoy it?” Sydney asked.</div><div>Andy was still red from embarrassment. He didn’t want to tell Aunt Jane what fully happened, and he could not bear to tell Will what the twins had done with him, and how he had succumbed to their ministrations.</div><div>Sydney then kissed Andy full on the lips, before plunging his tongue as far in as he could. After a couple of minutes of invading Andy’s mouth, he stepped back.</div><div>“So Andy, we are having you join us for the holidays where we are going to have so…much fun. You, me, the twins…and your boyfriend Will.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Cliffhanger!!!!!! This will conclude next week</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">As we are all now in shock I think we need a little tender care, where better to get it then in the tender arms of one of kimisoytare's utterly gorgeous nannies .</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVt62V_EH_rSmqaCLcn2AKyebYKy5o5fZz-aITUleAgYCcr54P_hwr98H4o8zh1oVbT5GFEV2G9WMjBKgToqnVFpGKDW42BDiID7uqaXiADErxcP_J0eDbhx-Mq-sI5P8xJihbYNj7_BmAZ23_cxD0arJv8ipyHWDStQ4oY9cho6bJ3vaqtna23CIOeB0/s2336/pink%20nanny.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1752" data-original-width="2336" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHVt62V_EH_rSmqaCLcn2AKyebYKy5o5fZz-aITUleAgYCcr54P_hwr98H4o8zh1oVbT5GFEV2G9WMjBKgToqnVFpGKDW42BDiID7uqaXiADErxcP_J0eDbhx-Mq-sI5P8xJihbYNj7_BmAZ23_cxD0arJv8ipyHWDStQ4oY9cho6bJ3vaqtna23CIOeB0/w640-h480/pink%20nanny.png" width="640" /></a></div></div><div> <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/kimisoytare"> https://www.deviantart.com/kimisoytare</a></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Finally today a very very tantalisingly quick glimpse of Emma Bunton, (Love her) in a pair of deep and glossy pink Latex legging. If I find more of this I will update</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91djENbyhN-dT9yim6YF4XlhTuqXcV7dcaj2ZILgLlQhcrUE1Qq9AF2OKHqnFSUWZGY2ujdMXdp-arhySggNOhnuQ6ihiFXHWxJRWe9Tqce3EhboirSF75tqYg3DOV4lu19wyE3dIt4PfU6cm18GWFrUNUP56_g5TPlEIg19PNZONb8zuT3XI5Fvb5lBb/s1280/emma%20b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91djENbyhN-dT9yim6YF4XlhTuqXcV7dcaj2ZILgLlQhcrUE1Qq9AF2OKHqnFSUWZGY2ujdMXdp-arhySggNOhnuQ6ihiFXHWxJRWe9Tqce3EhboirSF75tqYg3DOV4lu19wyE3dIt4PfU6cm18GWFrUNUP56_g5TPlEIg19PNZONb8zuT3XI5Fvb5lBb/w360-h640/emma%20b.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz0_mYwPoVE-fhL0UThQTNrbL3Xr4ponXntdMB3aNLo0B2fXa0v-OHo157m6fGw01xslPywRMBKb8DX_g6rbA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-91555577601978349982024-01-29T06:00:00.001+00:002024-01-29T06:00:00.134+00:00New art, Embrace of the Lavalopoids<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-W0REGYmznmpR6WSq-b_nRMtQjOPrHpvJsHEcJIxuE2_k-5LTJUbU1RR9DOYs9XRvzc_BhPpgida6keUZxv77jZorZz-IuEjYlGpa-fIvk4p44zZc_y4uTOeG7sAy4CPD-3yDHfsPLiNMDJrI0OzM5NdE6F5A_cEEBnOpap0RqdUn0u5seNGWVGACn7Ql/s467/PRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="342" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-W0REGYmznmpR6WSq-b_nRMtQjOPrHpvJsHEcJIxuE2_k-5LTJUbU1RR9DOYs9XRvzc_BhPpgida6keUZxv77jZorZz-IuEjYlGpa-fIvk4p44zZc_y4uTOeG7sAy4CPD-3yDHfsPLiNMDJrI0OzM5NdE6F5A_cEEBnOpap0RqdUn0u5seNGWVGACn7Ql/w154-h210/PRE.jpg" width="154" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>We have the pleasure</div><div>of a lovely new piece</div><div>of art from our</div><div>dear friend Christeen.</div><div>This is a pure classic</div><div>Christeen and I</div><div>love it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Hope you are all very well, I have been creating new art this weekend and we are soon to find Andy in some thrilling new situations both in heels and in football boots.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> However today we need to catch up on a piece previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago. It's a piece that sees us return to the 25th Century to find, not Andy, but the gorgeous Col Wilma Deering in a very perilous and gooey situation.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> That said there is a character, high above her looking on and there is a rumour (started by our dear Lee) that this might be a clone, a clone of someone very dear to us all. Don't look away, more drama to come.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BA1mP46tfjMmDaZe648pFcRp7ztPA_6X8DxdbRkVXF38NIdWAsN-E8-rARAr-e1F-GHWDcm_Gni4rcz7FvXHHXITWeIyuMseW5Wuuy-urdrTT8SXMHUOkocV6nVYEANNcDEnPxXLxaExArmbmhFXCHTcxQv7bcVDlFZ7u8PnLXhhsoDcF4OaHPxF7HOa/s5090/Embrace%20of%20the%20Lavalopoids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="4362" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BA1mP46tfjMmDaZe648pFcRp7ztPA_6X8DxdbRkVXF38NIdWAsN-E8-rARAr-e1F-GHWDcm_Gni4rcz7FvXHHXITWeIyuMseW5Wuuy-urdrTT8SXMHUOkocV6nVYEANNcDEnPxXLxaExArmbmhFXCHTcxQv7bcVDlFZ7u8PnLXhhsoDcF4OaHPxF7HOa/w548-h640/Embrace%20of%20the%20Lavalopoids.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-40790858132875801302024-01-26T06:00:00.007+00:002024-01-26T06:00:00.133+00:00Friday with Christeen<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6WyTuT7BKyVceGI87r_URi7Ueh1KRuEu85hda4qlmtWdS8IVGIKgZXrxKxfVssCiW0ytyC288pk8KKmfqhDbiSkGBpLZVEceCdUheEKsSAICw199cjKENTpN4hLVgCqcEADc97iCUqhPZcDW7vKKMIvdldK5ok1X28ybHxI365q84GrAypkOJn0Tmm22/s901/PRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="843" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6WyTuT7BKyVceGI87r_URi7Ueh1KRuEu85hda4qlmtWdS8IVGIKgZXrxKxfVssCiW0ytyC288pk8KKmfqhDbiSkGBpLZVEceCdUheEKsSAICw199cjKENTpN4hLVgCqcEADc97iCUqhPZcDW7vKKMIvdldK5ok1X28ybHxI365q84GrAypkOJn0Tmm22/w207-h221/PRE.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>It's the last Friday of</div><div>the month and that means</div><div>we can share the latest</div><div>page in our brand new</div><div>Aunt Jane Calendar.</div><div>This time she fulfils </div><div>a request made months </div><div>ago and I can't think </div><div>of anyone better to do so,</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Firstly sorry about the formatting issue with Skinnie's story, this platform can be a nightmare sometimes. I will try to sort it out.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> I hope you are all well my dear friends. I love Fridays not just because it is the gateway to the weekend, one this week I will have off from work, but it means super new art from our dear friend Christeeen.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Love these, Enjoy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-Tihrbc_B1BUVkj9SWGUJDJB27sbZ3gHYAwn6WA772WV90IJgAttUwjzxDaOk3w9N1PHWmZOhATGMEvQBfzVJ0LQkAgKi6dTBo8S2wX_nnhqWf9rkGGC4rW6ZTEgUNhHQXkzFSHfOWmDKmS9bEeoHBSXYmZe_089hU4E1ohCCsjkEfd_Ym0XMa_JOFLN/s1800/Christeen2368An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-Tihrbc_B1BUVkj9SWGUJDJB27sbZ3gHYAwn6WA772WV90IJgAttUwjzxDaOk3w9N1PHWmZOhATGMEvQBfzVJ0LQkAgKi6dTBo8S2wX_nnhqWf9rkGGC4rW6ZTEgUNhHQXkzFSHfOWmDKmS9bEeoHBSXYmZe_089hU4E1ohCCsjkEfd_Ym0XMa_JOFLN/w640-h640/Christeen2368An.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVBPHX0HmqxRSVCClV5rX9OyYNvEnI5fpqsGT9_ivLjbv1fDHG2wxQziGH_PUUYM6KJRcsBjKi8VZwr78W7XcVWIZUf-zjRZV9k23BLdzfiiC7dwur-evpNuI19LEIvmwVt0mdkWqQYN6ApHizqPlk0XIoJeavhS0WItr-uy0qVqwnT1Ccmp7zLnnv94v/s1200/Christeen2370An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1161" data-original-width="1200" height="620" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVBPHX0HmqxRSVCClV5rX9OyYNvEnI5fpqsGT9_ivLjbv1fDHG2wxQziGH_PUUYM6KJRcsBjKi8VZwr78W7XcVWIZUf-zjRZV9k23BLdzfiiC7dwur-evpNuI19LEIvmwVt0mdkWqQYN6ApHizqPlk0XIoJeavhS0WItr-uy0qVqwnT1Ccmp7zLnnv94v/w640-h620/Christeen2370An.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUR2qtXjwvcug-HCG0NvVxwx-1uDUjKp9svjBT7_AbsHRFp_OhEe5_80-N83cJHSVER61gUVASx9vd7Rtxb4XU5PHcnheRcWAgqPZ5xsMCfWLWROMYkVEQ7uwx_9VWezDPWkTIBNIoiHbhf3pDXF9g1W68J3IwQpwUCNulzRzdjc5cQ9k44JHKcMVw6yWS/s1416/Christeen2371An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1416" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUR2qtXjwvcug-HCG0NvVxwx-1uDUjKp9svjBT7_AbsHRFp_OhEe5_80-N83cJHSVER61gUVASx9vd7Rtxb4XU5PHcnheRcWAgqPZ5xsMCfWLWROMYkVEQ7uwx_9VWezDPWkTIBNIoiHbhf3pDXF9g1W68J3IwQpwUCNulzRzdjc5cQ9k44JHKcMVw6yWS/w498-h640/Christeen2371An.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-7276010399083700082024-01-24T06:00:00.005+00:002024-01-25T09:35:32.340+00:00Wednesday round up and the return of Emma Watson<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href="Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Blog Legend Emma Watson showed off her new pixie cut and it looks incredible! The actress and activist has been sporting a new look, and it's definitely a head-turner and if I may carries a slightly androgynous look with it, not that I am complaining ,Emma looks stunning. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3WbmyWkMzTef8L8vpCVsDnZ61iuSaI4rI6445RkdjvUPnJV4N63u2tEu0p7TyYflkfYXgmGJFM9d2xuxFOEIciJfnmyknKLXzh3ZzTWtfbkDfyAneS_npqPN8ptyBdiUqp1p9S9BH8QyMTTWvX3xuXzoj0tk4dEpp-ry5c0_rkB7c193IMA5K-OtERlJ/s1081/emma-watson-unveils-new-pixie-cut.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="1081" height="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3WbmyWkMzTef8L8vpCVsDnZ61iuSaI4rI6445RkdjvUPnJV4N63u2tEu0p7TyYflkfYXgmGJFM9d2xuxFOEIciJfnmyknKLXzh3ZzTWtfbkDfyAneS_npqPN8ptyBdiUqp1p9S9BH8QyMTTWvX3xuXzoj0tk4dEpp-ry5c0_rkB7c193IMA5K-OtERlJ/w640-h554/emma-watson-unveils-new-pixie-cut.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9t4ZSp-kAc0" width="320" youtube-src-id="9t4ZSp-kAc0"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Personally I am not convinced it is not a very clever and stunning piece of wigging, but can it really be all those years since we reported on that first stunning pixie cut? and look at the about and below images, I mean has she aged at all?</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Uiz6TFuKO1vVGEqKk2ez7GKGxKw7Mjt5V-AhPqC3jfdWdVvVv6B7qT5JqK6N2e2iHnaUH8otTyn7WILvalvlPAvfFurR86WDJTBJmHD9bCiEVl4h0PQHPIZ4UBUDMgDJe8wzh8GWmbgLk5wtvH8yOcpkKYWpnsoNtuIcrJJZ5RlLe2GiY2eNo4swIhyphenhyphens/s1315/emma-watson-2010-pixie-cut-1660902387.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1315" data-original-width="980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Uiz6TFuKO1vVGEqKk2ez7GKGxKw7Mjt5V-AhPqC3jfdWdVvVv6B7qT5JqK6N2e2iHnaUH8otTyn7WILvalvlPAvfFurR86WDJTBJmHD9bCiEVl4h0PQHPIZ4UBUDMgDJe8wzh8GWmbgLk5wtvH8yOcpkKYWpnsoNtuIcrJJZ5RlLe2GiY2eNo4swIhyphenhyphens/s320/emma-watson-2010-pixie-cut-1660902387.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now as promised and probably the only thing worthy of following Emma, A new story from our dear Skinnie Stallion.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: 700; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: 700; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-f7c8456c-7fff-51d1-bfb3-58d87ca9600d"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">His Lost Ball by Skinnie Stallion</span></p><br /><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: right; display: inline-block; float: right; height: 48px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 49px;"><img alt="A clock with a white face
Description automatically generated" height="48" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/zVdbszH5h_o2t9asCULMiAPMH5S55IT1qBsqiMIfZ8tBEmPU37eKlUTJmAvhPwzPMCjwaTt5OE1rLoQM9StlK1Iix7sHT0Cm3qJNe8TElg27JsL_zXWpieiKmD6Tm1h6rbKkTvJdLwDkYgmQ1168Fg" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="49" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Andy turned over, yawned and struggled to open his eyes. He felt cosy and warm, luxuriating between satin sheets in the thin latex baby doll negligée and lace bra and panties that his Aunt had presented him with yesterday. She wanted to reward him for being such a good boy while she’d been away. The early sun was already glinting through the tightly drawn curtains. He was sure he could hear voices downstairs. He fumbled for the alarm clock. In the gloom, he made out the luminous hands: twenty past six. Why were there people downstairs at this time? There was only him and his Aunt Jane in the house. He hadn’t planned to get Auntie her coffee till around eight. Not after last night. It had been nearly two before he’d made his way back to his bedroom. At least he'd had Bill to cuddle there as a substitute for Auntie. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: left; display: inline-block; float: left; height: 290px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 306px;"><img alt="A person holding a football ball
Description automatically generated" height="290" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/RE6S7IYWoSgH7-kY_vGxddvZ5XCYb0wTMgY6pXVcUwzQC6QeXHEclppl-dJEDJrZM-44rrjk7alBPlS1uEDmqjTcmMc6L-1p1xmZa2_uu6IolMOf5c0JwTF1V1391A9-kqgq8jzPPO1VkPz64yf_aQ" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="306" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But voices? He’d better go and investigate. He felt around on the floor for his mules. No success. He must have left them beside Jane’s bed. That was a shame. If needed, he could have brandished one of the heels as a weapon. Most guys didn’t realise quite how sharp a girl’s heels could be. He grabbed whatever was to hand. He crept on to the landing. Yes, there were definitely people talking. He padded down the stairs in a sleepy haze. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">As he approached the bottom of the stairs, he was dazzled by the light. The sun must already be up. The voices became clearer. His Aunt was speaking: “Your cold frame, Mr Jones? Over the fence? Yes, it is a mystery. Let me take the ball and see if my nephew knows anything about it.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">What on earth was Mr Jones doing coming round at twenty past six? Andy looked at the grandfather clock. It was showing a few minutes after ten. Ten! He must have forgotten to set the alarm and overslept. And his Aunt was already up. Where did she get all her energy from? She’d had a busy couple of days London, and wouldn’t have got to sleep last night till after two. She’d wanted to make up for being away on Thursday night.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Does he play?” asked a man’s voice.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh, he likes to play,” said his Aunt, allowing quite a pause before adding, “…… but I thought he’d given up football.” The colour drained from Andy’s checks. Last night had been draining enough. Auntie had seen to that. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well, I definitely thought I heard someone kicking about in your back garden yesterday.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: right; display: inline-block; float: right; height: 293px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 234px;"><img alt="A person wearing a white dress
Description automatically generated" height="293" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/jYgr2h0NbSKYq-m949r29q34Bv2BWImcVLTvPCCc5hGZwFM7mrjV7AOfkuP_lCkBkgfDrtpntToC9eRZWSuq4QrbqEiYRsZxwP4tSE5hNT56xNEvrmDUWx-_sYi3JT2csmrhAB2m3T74cI0RfEbg9Q" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="234" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I guess it might have been Andrew” surmised Jane, “but I didn’t know he had a ball. He hasn’t played with balls in quite a while.” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“But my wife said she only saw your maid.” He’d been rumbled. He should have gone round and asked for his ball back, but he ‘d been embarrassed about going next door wearing his maid’s uniform. It had been silly trying to have a kickabout in 5” heels.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Can we talk to him?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh, I don’t think so. He’s still in bed with William.” This was getting too much. Andy turned on his heels and started to make his way softly back upstairs.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“William!? The captain of the college team? I didn’t know ….” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“No, silly!” exclaimed Jane. “William: his teddy. He likes cuddling up to William. He likes a bear.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh, sorry.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Not that he wouldn’t like to cuddle the other one too.” Andy let out an audible gasp and stumbled. As he fumbled for the handrail he let go of Bill. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“What!? And what’s that?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones turned to see a large Steiff bear bounce into the hallway. “</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br />That</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> is William. And where William goes, Andrew cannot be far behind. Oh, Andrew! Please come down. I’ve got Mr Jones from next door with me.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Rumbled, Andy raced up the stairs. He couldn’t be seen like this but he knew his Aunt would be persistent. He grabbed a dressing gown from his bedroom, belted it tight. He couldn’t let Mr Jones see him in his latex negligée. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 645px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><img alt="A person in a dress walking up stairs with a teddy bear
Description automatically generated" height="645" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/RrABRtCHryb5UIaqbSUBayd6gmEVqL0DIbh1TEf8Vp3mVXnGQjmndAlzcfsFcY22qRbHk2PMyxvRbj4uD-1tWyZ-KrGgzokwGntwB_eIR8dJ7Pg2IRnPXw7BrB4GBLbd9G4zS4cBOJ96YNpXZcycZA" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="602" /></span></span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Well that seemed to go OK,” said Andy trying to brighten the mood as his Aunt closed the front door.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes. It helped when I offered to pay for the repairs to Mr Jones’ cold frame. But what else do you say?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sorry, Auntie. Thank you, Auntie.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I should think so too. And there was me thinking you’d been such a good boy while I’d been away.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sorry, Auntie.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And why didn’t you come down immediately when I called?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sorry, Auntie. I needed to get my dressing gown. I didn’t want Mr Jones seeing me in my negligée. And I remembered to remove my hair ribbon. I didn’t want him suspecting anything.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes.” Jane paused. “Well, he might not have seen your negligée, but you forgot about your make-up and painted toenails. I think you left him even more confused.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Sorry, Auntie.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Don’t say sorry. I want you down on your knees polishing my pants and then you can clean the hall floor. I don’t want any of the dirt from that nasty muddy football. And afterwards, I’m going to enjoy puncturing your ball. I want it thoroughly deflated. The only inflation you’re going to be allowed today is when you’re polishing me.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I know you’re trying to be a good maid, but I blame Alex Scott for this. I think she’s led you astray. I’m banning you from watching ‘Football Focus’ starting today.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh, Auntie!”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> “And since you’ve been so naughty, I’m inviting Chantelle round to spend the night. You can go to bed early, and I’m not letting you show off your new negligée: you can be in flannel pyjamas tonight. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Oh, Auntie!”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And Andrew …..”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“And there’s no need for a cloth, darling.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie. Thank you, Auntie.” And he knelt down with his can of SkinTwo Serum and set to work with his bare hands. He knew it was going to be a while before his Aunt considered herself sufficiently glossed.</span></p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*******************************</div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">And for those who might need an Alex Scott reference She is stunning. Here she is wearing the classic YSL Latex dress.</span></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8yWHC4NOC_HJwsk7H9TiWzEVrxQ7w2D2c_gO4OzOueIywJAm8TGWTxi3Kdb-t5RQhIoTQJp3ZcSTBkSCdB7dhJWG02pzUrobbuZMH9viT_9EwJCRK6aAJUWjljHDXK6tiWoDTObc7npJpnI9sIYzkgGXtSS8Q9sY0XQo0nHAvxSYhpMbWZSlYUOijoN7/s1920/alex-scott-ysl-saint-laurent-latex-clothing-fashioin-dress-soccer-aid-header.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8yWHC4NOC_HJwsk7H9TiWzEVrxQ7w2D2c_gO4OzOueIywJAm8TGWTxi3Kdb-t5RQhIoTQJp3ZcSTBkSCdB7dhJWG02pzUrobbuZMH9viT_9EwJCRK6aAJUWjljHDXK6tiWoDTObc7npJpnI9sIYzkgGXtSS8Q9sY0XQo0nHAvxSYhpMbWZSlYUOijoN7/w640-h360/alex-scott-ysl-saint-laurent-latex-clothing-fashioin-dress-soccer-aid-header.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Now a few images create by Kimisoytare over at Deviant art.</span></span></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Titled Beauty as a Nanny I love the sweetness of these three in particular and funnily enough I have just been working on an Andy image with him in Pink Pants and White top. Great minds think alike it seems</span></span></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvxbeWH-mUlx6xX7Ym19b7PphiUZnbgxCYAjsTS9JJ_c_UbpGL7lP_7CCMHA5FpsBP4OioT5o-LQ4KZ4V39JTrjizOgwbGqGJd8GZgz9x97vR8jiMfk1Uk0lQlfWV5KsE1RwLAtMy4pSdinIC1l2sdrutUIso2x-q8jBDFHGv0w1B-Z9L09iMPM6wx3GU/s1707/natural_beautiful_pretty_brunette_woman_as_a_nanny_by_kimisoytare_dgqu9n3-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1707" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvxbeWH-mUlx6xX7Ym19b7PphiUZnbgxCYAjsTS9JJ_c_UbpGL7lP_7CCMHA5FpsBP4OioT5o-LQ4KZ4V39JTrjizOgwbGqGJd8GZgz9x97vR8jiMfk1Uk0lQlfWV5KsE1RwLAtMy4pSdinIC1l2sdrutUIso2x-q8jBDFHGv0w1B-Z9L09iMPM6wx3GU/w480-h640/natural_beautiful_pretty_brunette_woman_as_a_nanny_by_kimisoytare_dgqu9n3-fullview.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPivyd2uKiPRKT2d3RDtnsv_VIBzs5Sqy1X-yO5G84BcHbFi4tmBfejljfEr-n5Phm447xxv9kx_ZYTfo7ztbxFfuum_XA3oMVkqMV6jBQdXQ1yb2mi7F4RrpGIwIdlyDYWeK3Rei58f0h_ENx3koFItbvw3BXlEpTU3U8D4EWM597Z9QcQ4l-0XU99wsX/s1707/natural_beautiful_pretty_brunette_woman_as_a_nanny_by_kimisoytare_dgqu9uf-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1707" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPivyd2uKiPRKT2d3RDtnsv_VIBzs5Sqy1X-yO5G84BcHbFi4tmBfejljfEr-n5Phm447xxv9kx_ZYTfo7ztbxFfuum_XA3oMVkqMV6jBQdXQ1yb2mi7F4RrpGIwIdlyDYWeK3Rei58f0h_ENx3koFItbvw3BXlEpTU3U8D4EWM597Z9QcQ4l-0XU99wsX/w480-h640/natural_beautiful_pretty_brunette_woman_as_a_nanny_by_kimisoytare_dgqu9uf-fullview.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadVdo0z9h2fvHycghjKmGksfni8bjnModdA80AhMRXyK_fSBk7wazfQAcVflGPGylKZJ7ejiE473C1IL6xi8-vvdvXAgkj1kaLwjuHy-SfQcAXjZUr6a58C7TidKT-JyuXTcDgAe7OsJ8xX9T0QNYvYd_RWuC52QkECkUIl6MFwt1YuGd8JT0ztuhdAKM/s1707/natural_beautiful_pretty_woman_as_a_nanny_dressed__by_kimisoytare_dgqu9we-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1707" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadVdo0z9h2fvHycghjKmGksfni8bjnModdA80AhMRXyK_fSBk7wazfQAcVflGPGylKZJ7ejiE473C1IL6xi8-vvdvXAgkj1kaLwjuHy-SfQcAXjZUr6a58C7TidKT-JyuXTcDgAe7OsJ8xX9T0QNYvYd_RWuC52QkECkUIl6MFwt1YuGd8JT0ztuhdAKM/w480-h640/natural_beautiful_pretty_woman_as_a_nanny_dressed__by_kimisoytare_dgqu9we-fullview.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">See more of Kimisoytare's work here </span></span></span><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/kimisoytare">https://www.deviantart.com/kimisoytare</a></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">XXX</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Andy</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-48403801030307977822024-01-22T06:00:00.001+00:002024-01-22T06:00:00.131+00:00New Art. The calm before the storm<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsj7Wy5vUweGdGVlEFY3VDinFsN8pgSj6QbfkSfSRs1LLHDHmn7dGGwWMpsiLWVy6Onj3nnavEPJF6BBiOgtvuN0jCcNZZwvklVIZS_9gia7RZoEJ7ID6jTs9V6PLmMfgrZ42-EwxCsj1YlNfI9lFud15tYDZrygfh6qF4RAzTtF210IiMe9FLcBjTQ_-/s394/PRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="394" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsj7Wy5vUweGdGVlEFY3VDinFsN8pgSj6QbfkSfSRs1LLHDHmn7dGGwWMpsiLWVy6Onj3nnavEPJF6BBiOgtvuN0jCcNZZwvklVIZS_9gia7RZoEJ7ID6jTs9V6PLmMfgrZ42-EwxCsj1YlNfI9lFud15tYDZrygfh6qF4RAzTtF210IiMe9FLcBjTQ_-/w172-h167/PRE.jpg" width="172" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>A super fun new</div><div>piece from the ever</div><div>superb Christeen.</div><div>It sees poor Chris </div><div>in a very tricky</div><div>situation.</div><div>Love it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Sorry for being absent regarding mail and comments, but I have been given the chance to do something way outside my usual realm of work and it is taking up a lot of my time. Its a fun thing, purely for my own pleasure but hopefully might lead to more.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Enough of that</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> So lets complete the image shared on Patreon a week or two ago, the one with Andy looking all sleepy in his cute nightwear and dragging his ever loving William Bear along.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> But it looks like Andy might be sleepwalking into a rather embarrassing situation.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Now don't forget to tune in on Wednesday, because we are blessed, as I will be sharing a super little story written by our dear Skinnie Stallion , it is a piece which totally compliments my image. So much so that I even adapted the art to fit.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you all for being here, I appreciate all your comments and messages</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9UwhtYRTJmqa0FphVuJBA0yzdsT7jTjZGb-E2X61jpelx2LWxntS3WxqdiIqvByg2qge5JMYceJAFWjnsMiw7IqEYEVPbfZFoxO3ypqw2ftlFgmSAdnAZiiu58VBwvGyWnaoXFKjP7ozPIVZGvgA2QNfNvDTK2Lz6TB_Ve4j47nZXp8zMMjxeb8oeDu1/s5197/Calm%20before%20the%20storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5090" data-original-width="5197" height="626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9UwhtYRTJmqa0FphVuJBA0yzdsT7jTjZGb-E2X61jpelx2LWxntS3WxqdiIqvByg2qge5JMYceJAFWjnsMiw7IqEYEVPbfZFoxO3ypqw2ftlFgmSAdnAZiiu58VBwvGyWnaoXFKjP7ozPIVZGvgA2QNfNvDTK2Lz6TB_Ve4j47nZXp8zMMjxeb8oeDu1/w640-h626/Calm%20before%20the%20storm.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-78026772110938897492024-01-19T06:00:00.001+00:002024-01-19T06:00:00.168+00:00Christeen on Wednesday<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href=" Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7Tvt0QDZlVXl_mt9pqWOUDO4MOWYC6aPuJqlWtM5Uvh0BdheHy-Y1z20Aas7ds6x63dLppGOoB_7JR067BMpHYcNlsI1NA6ajHQck-J0WwnX6r_ZEl1M9HX_huCFMZXKvYBicINglTLH68yf9KpTlh1FAVnPij5Ff_055qoemTk389AL2LqM68qCrm5P/s361/PRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="361" data-original-width="301" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7Tvt0QDZlVXl_mt9pqWOUDO4MOWYC6aPuJqlWtM5Uvh0BdheHy-Y1z20Aas7ds6x63dLppGOoB_7JR067BMpHYcNlsI1NA6ajHQck-J0WwnX6r_ZEl1M9HX_huCFMZXKvYBicINglTLH68yf9KpTlh1FAVnPij5Ff_055qoemTk389AL2LqM68qCrm5P/w181-h217/PRE.jpg" width="181" /></a></div><br />On Patreon Today</div><div>A preview of a</div><div>new piece of my </div><div>own art and this </div><div>time it is another</div><div>of our cover art </div><div>works. This time </div><div>it's the return of </div><div>Andy in the 25th</div><div>century</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Friday has swung around again and it is that wonderful time to share new art from our der friend Christeen.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> These are superb and I an so grateful to you Christeen for allowing me to share them here.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Enjoy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rPp59kEwH3M78P2QEF9K2qwk_mptlCKxqoRxv7zLsoAoBxoevsDWRCiwwf4dNT006SfIXYo5pjoB-XIyY-Sc6w5wUAs_woH-d28uNrE6Yhtxt1kuPkMgtccx-jjJNBzP6blGcDNwB2SteML-MyqobutjZ4He2gTw6uYYb9rUVFAzmFkMKAHgh_TtUObg/s1467/Christeen2365An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1467" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rPp59kEwH3M78P2QEF9K2qwk_mptlCKxqoRxv7zLsoAoBxoevsDWRCiwwf4dNT006SfIXYo5pjoB-XIyY-Sc6w5wUAs_woH-d28uNrE6Yhtxt1kuPkMgtccx-jjJNBzP6blGcDNwB2SteML-MyqobutjZ4He2gTw6uYYb9rUVFAzmFkMKAHgh_TtUObg/w480-h640/Christeen2365An.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_f8HR2o5dl32YwpbN6M1Vlbj_a4iU8IgXUbyiLMSSXAR4Q9wyTShlYIsKH2PIcHquCg2vXgjSmKb2wUFbNZFgjI9tIaVJm5EqQMpffK1iwEhZsYigquLzWYjZ9afYlIMlK5oAo5nTpL7coLEtkeviHrub-4sVrTPIXYryIhQqME3WaxNHOV_mqiNjJgH/s1650/Christeen2366An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_f8HR2o5dl32YwpbN6M1Vlbj_a4iU8IgXUbyiLMSSXAR4Q9wyTShlYIsKH2PIcHquCg2vXgjSmKb2wUFbNZFgjI9tIaVJm5EqQMpffK1iwEhZsYigquLzWYjZ9afYlIMlK5oAo5nTpL7coLEtkeviHrub-4sVrTPIXYryIhQqME3WaxNHOV_mqiNjJgH/w426-h640/Christeen2366An.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67NwYqAbdefXKV2-Z9tWzysKu-k8HddN1jxfUKw4yfVpXgYGCQskzgghlzv4jMISbPHbHz9iXKrgB4qZ7NRPL5KMesWUdwoTIvPTqUq9FjxdlLJ6xWquKIBB5LBScJga7Pan4k7n3wf-tiJvHf9Ogek9gEpO1x3qpVXUgRRntij2_SbcBavNmsO91k0Mw/s1499/Christeen2367An.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1499" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67NwYqAbdefXKV2-Z9tWzysKu-k8HddN1jxfUKw4yfVpXgYGCQskzgghlzv4jMISbPHbHz9iXKrgB4qZ7NRPL5KMesWUdwoTIvPTqUq9FjxdlLJ6xWquKIBB5LBScJga7Pan4k7n3wf-tiJvHf9Ogek9gEpO1x3qpVXUgRRntij2_SbcBavNmsO91k0Mw/w470-h640/Christeen2367An.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Andy.latexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00663335380941736437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252943920435076111.post-47914423969671900652024-01-17T06:00:00.004+00:002024-01-17T06:00:00.137+00:00Wednasday Bits And Bobs<div style="text-align: left;"> Please help keep our</div><div>blog alive.</div><div>From only $3 a month</div><div><a href="Please help keep our blog alive. From only $3 a month https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex ">https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Here we are on a W<span>ednesday and that means we have the chance to catch up on a few little bits and bobs.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: large;"> Starting with some wonderful Translations of my work by the delightful Girlie Morgane.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsoINTChX_GKo0-EutczTWcUgK-BluFdN8NBRSckf1WegEjJgsijopo1RhVuknQu45t0xjGVIMvsvyyhQPs5MCtiZJqB7Xf9QXCKrDgYizAX3o8WkJ8KuPaeBZR67Au68mlgTVK-FeUYdsnrjUVTYpUrWmL7o04JSYdY3A6pyTu-mQDxpgacpyhukPxtRe/s3006/T1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2276" data-original-width="3006" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsoINTChX_GKo0-EutczTWcUgK-BluFdN8NBRSckf1WegEjJgsijopo1RhVuknQu45t0xjGVIMvsvyyhQPs5MCtiZJqB7Xf9QXCKrDgYizAX3o8WkJ8KuPaeBZR67Au68mlgTVK-FeUYdsnrjUVTYpUrWmL7o04JSYdY3A6pyTu-mQDxpgacpyhukPxtRe/w640-h484/T1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32DI1vFZICY16wSSoBD43pgvAwRTvMeMrUUAnMzYP6MVEZTj8b17SQp4T5YE2REYs45TDTuizkYU1qm4Ir-8AXADd8uaRMOoVgWNP6VN6zodCYzlieQ23LNId6r1_W6hlfJwjwuHWl_7c0By7Vam5OlgpdhKCn5oSM4zRVXOSEPx4dEbVhL1V-qWhTCt7/s3266/T2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="3266" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32DI1vFZICY16wSSoBD43pgvAwRTvMeMrUUAnMzYP6MVEZTj8b17SQp4T5YE2REYs45TDTuizkYU1qm4Ir-8AXADd8uaRMOoVgWNP6VN6zodCYzlieQ23LNId6r1_W6hlfJwjwuHWl_7c0By7Vam5OlgpdhKCn5oSM4zRVXOSEPx4dEbVhL1V-qWhTCt7/w640-h356/T2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz0K9SO4sWxRNE5MRuKLaFM2uc9wxJ89Cn08WLuB3OKexcCcoziT0Vy4vgyhJIzpLtPlGbGnZh0CCbXvQyoZmLizJwyk8rGEa61G4Dxd1HyKapoDo9Fs4FWqSRONzvMMlkf8IAxZTAjSS8o0V4YUVb1UZs43ygiYNLqtfdgOZSAjQpvLt1ftqeLtc8VEq/s3266/T3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2156" data-original-width="3266" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz0K9SO4sWxRNE5MRuKLaFM2uc9wxJ89Cn08WLuB3OKexcCcoziT0Vy4vgyhJIzpLtPlGbGnZh0CCbXvQyoZmLizJwyk8rGEa61G4Dxd1HyKapoDo9Fs4FWqSRONzvMMlkf8IAxZTAjSS8o0V4YUVb1UZs43ygiYNLqtfdgOZSAjQpvLt1ftqeLtc8VEq/w640-h422/T3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YaAx2bw9MwKmvg3pea3JaQ71u0fMnazV5Kqj06iIhyZDrWIFfUcIsH-8Lsc5V0TjZy6Ai4PfF1Ew4Ut3RDVAY8Lp7FwvaVt9h3Eefaicsa1oNxPhcKIKUgccKJIizSIJVnvCmVHQzGIdQn2VctvoJS-GFr20eNEzdjfpL-jFy6lfnXhgaYiFknnDbdC0/s3201/T4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2301" data-original-width="3201" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YaAx2bw9MwKmvg3pea3JaQ71u0fMnazV5Kqj06iIhyZDrWIFfUcIsH-8Lsc5V0TjZy6Ai4PfF1Ew4Ut3RDVAY8Lp7FwvaVt9h3Eefaicsa1oNxPhcKIKUgccKJIizSIJVnvCmVHQzGIdQn2VctvoJS-GFr20eNEzdjfpL-jFy6lfnXhgaYiFknnDbdC0/w640-h460/T4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you my dear friend XXX</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Now just a few bits I have come across on my travels this week.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't you think these stockings are gorgeous,So elegant, classy and sexy. Perfect for showing off our Andy's legs</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlreov-flIo9gxgpyvZZx8utC1jKjF1lBXJR_26lPf7-pl6rA3uvW18ckMjrMnEXkNyeAAOoHajIVUjOeaplPjOu7eOwvkHnfMZuPeZFHWJGCnvlXq9LubN6jOeq_R9KOFtf3Sm6nJw4wGt8m-kZ-ljJad4mvIU3rsdKBeHa0jZuG9uM5MIuNhbTOudna/s711/SPARKLES.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlreov-flIo9gxgpyvZZx8utC1jKjF1lBXJR_26lPf7-pl6rA3uvW18ckMjrMnEXkNyeAAOoHajIVUjOeaplPjOu7eOwvkHnfMZuPeZFHWJGCnvlXq9LubN6jOeq_R9KOFtf3Sm6nJw4wGt8m-kZ-ljJad4mvIU3rsdKBeHa0jZuG9uM5MIuNhbTOudna/w360-h640/SPARKLES.gif" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now a couple of cute captions. I find captions so </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">inspiring.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUK-3_OyYTUF7ynKNnukuW48ZuFkyUJNn_VZXYJ2_Tqrk7hsp0H3qrY7Fqr7ab6mjbK27M4d3p2lb_W1mVoiiI2j56AXug4QSXPaRWaR7Ei23AvU0sGBNyRV5J3n04VZ67qc4BdWtGT60zPdyYF5yN0dxdhhRzSSdk9dJUUDceWA6ZZr2HAECxoEO3fW3/s682/146a26b01c649249afb38ed4e7ef03d3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="682" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUK-3_OyYTUF7ynKNnukuW48ZuFkyUJNn_VZXYJ2_Tqrk7hsp0H3qrY7Fqr7ab6mjbK27M4d3p2lb_W1mVoiiI2j56AXug4QSXPaRWaR7Ei23AvU0sGBNyRV5J3n04VZ67qc4BdWtGT60zPdyYF5yN0dxdhhRzSSdk9dJUUDceWA6ZZr2HAECxoEO3fW3/w640-h500/146a26b01c649249afb38ed4e7ef03d3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuBy5jXHYgjz7CLQ3d6SjbKgMvyhXb-1t_jZ4Wetp6o_ddFALJB_L8k3skLxjOmBOztiPdpHwy0BfpYxmdMfEMIhVGM5IgFKS7gnBIAWjdUYTihFvzORBvrVmW-JkDjqXuE-t4SZWu-BZ0Hfv9-Sp-krMfOwsxm58WgQbNWQcxX3xvtep7kMzU3GMnfNU/s1056/99723d6f295980d92202b8463395652d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1056" data-original-width="846" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuBy5jXHYgjz7CLQ3d6SjbKgMvyhXb-1t_jZ4Wetp6o_ddFALJB_L8k3skLxjOmBOztiPdpHwy0BfpYxmdMfEMIhVGM5IgFKS7gnBIAWjdUYTihFvzORBvrVmW-JkDjqXuE-t4SZWu-BZ0Hfv9-Sp-krMfOwsxm58WgQbNWQcxX3xvtep7kMzU3GMnfNU/w512-h640/99723d6f295980d92202b8463395652d.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And finally, but no means least a sweet short story from our dear Skinnie Stallion, all neatly wrapped about my art.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="border: none; clear: left; display: inline-block; float: left; height: 161px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 217px;"><img alt="A cartoon rabbit and a stuffed animal
Description automatically generated" height="161" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/ub6wO4V71Ux5xg3kCPpfkERvIqujjMTuX0BBecdQfOfzIykHHDElKXOKeRw053vh90GrdEfnS3W8LSogiUVDoiVeL5nct2-QG-LWtQOOLedBESU_Ks5ea8zkJI3WU90sdtID19E2DHxC6T9o3753dg" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="217" /></span><span id="docs-internal-guid-551f6a21-7fff-2b3d-d4ec-d8cd69e5c338"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Something Sweet: Inspection </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It might only be a light buffet lunch but it still required preparation. It still took time. And he’d almost been on top of things when Jane demanded that he change and tidy up before her guests arrived.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Ready or not, here I come,” said Jane walking into his bedroom and sitting down on the stool of his vanity unit. He froze. He loved his Aunt but she still struck awe in him. ‘Sturm und Drang’ had nothing on how he felt about her. “Now darling, let me see.” He did at least appear to be dressed and ready, and he had managed to tidy most of his bedroom, although there was still a muddle of toys and cuddlies on the floor. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“It really isn’t necessary Auntie,” he mumbled in embarrassment. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I’m afraid it is, darling, I need to check,” said his Aunt firmly. “Now come over here. I want you to look your best with the ladies coming round.” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: right; display: inline-block; float: right; height: 483px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 172px;"><img alt="A person wearing a maid outfit
Description automatically generated" height="483" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/w8-Ns_Uo5lTjkKcQ9tVve9aM_hEZntAQVQwYKPEnELk1oDxuNVlF9p-A6od206vLP9sfgO7i-kNq2YJtpsE4ZW7GnnI-wmPvBKTBsqOXkuhKZjUzrKzJzjVDoYvTl4mWs8HjL2Q5Mym8ClXCDJvEww" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="172" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Andy stood sheepishly in front of her. He felt flustered. He just hoped the quiche wasn’t overcooking. Now that he’d finally felt he’d mastered the Aga, he didn’t want them ruined. It was such a nuisance having to redo his make-up, but Jane had insisted on him changing out of his customary black maid’s dress into pink. And with peep-toed slingbacks, he’d even had to do his toenail varnish as well as everything else. <span style="border: none; clear: left; display: inline-block; float: left; height: 141px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 132px;"><img alt="A close-up of a person's leg
Description automatically generated" height="141" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/c8IESLWs2VOZI5AZakPk3uSWbl8rDCfiV7MvH-Z_9yhxel2JhlRxeXHpJ8JRPu1PgaxHYwoEtxxpKrc0kz4qVbVrisWacadM0FutKbay8e4z_FU02wEO9smNWdX7ogrQ5c_-dBxSbETs0dGk9joa8g" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="132" /></span></span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Pink! It was really too much. What was wrong with black? Black was traditional. Maids wore black. Black was what he wore when he was Andy the Housemaid. He’d even got used to visitors seeing him in black. And a dress. And heels. But pink was different Pink was for sissies. He didn’t mind pink when it was just him and Jane together. Pink was for their special moments together. Pink was for when he was her personal boudoir maid. A lady’s maid. She knew the effect it had on him. When he was in pink, he was hers. Not that he wasn’t the rest of the time, but pink changed things. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">When he was in black, whether it be a taffeta or latex, he could pretend that he was just role playing. It might have taken him months to accept it, but he liked being a maid. Especially when he was in latex. A delicate feminine maid in latex. Black latex. He might be wearing make-up and a dress, but he could still think of it as one of their little games. Waspie corset: just part of the uniform. Translucent latex stockings: they looked so much better than nylons or fishnets? High heels: like was he really going to wear a dress without heels? It would be against nature, like wearing his latex leggings or PVC pants with a pair of flats. Of course he was going to wear stiletto ankle boots. High heeled courts or slingbacks were obviously ‘de rigeur’ with a maid’s dress: it was only polite etiquette. All totally sensible. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Yes, Black was fine. Even the white lace trimmings were fine. Hummingbird: well, only he and Auntie knew, and she did like her little treats and surprises.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">But Pink was different. Pink made him vulnerable. Pink made him acknowledge his true self. Pink meant he was a girl. A boy who was a girl. A boy who wanted to be a girl. A boy who did was his Auntie told him. A boy who was subservient. A boy who acknowledged female superiority. Everything pink except for the lace trimmings and his pinnie. Even his Hummingbird was pink with a shiny pink jewel in its base. ‘Her special jewel’, Jane called it, but he wasn’t sure that was just the plug. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Aunt Jane looked him up and down. He quivered with nerves and anticipation. He felt a surge of relief that he was ready in time, and tried to stay calm as he stared longingly at his Aunt. “Yes, quite presentable,” she said. But he could smell the aroma rising from the ovens as he felt the timer go off. He began to feel different kind of surge and a strain against his latex panties.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Auntie, I need to …..”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: left; display: inline-block; float: left; height: 485px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 469px;"><img alt="A cartoon of a person in a pink dress
Description automatically generated" height="485" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/LHxvaW-_4LIbTx8ldsgGSRtV988p1isa3ikbEEZj8ExA9NWCVWyjsvXDrsy7d1J3CAkZ93H7JJAP-7_CZwuvNg54Y7AEieaVbqotWzfd9O4OB3QDdMOr1sKEicWeat1ZV3i47uLlhUodKctd7IBViw" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="469" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Jane raised a finger to her lips and he fell silent. Her finger circled in the air and then reached down to the hem of his skirt. It lingered teasingly flicking the pelmet. He gulped. His quiches might spoil. They didn’t have time for this. Not before her guests arrived? And his quiche! What about his quiche? But for Jane, his gorgeous Auntie: he could never say no. “Please, Auntie,” he uttered pleadingly, as he started to rise to the occasion.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> And then she reached forward with both hands and lifted the hem of his skirt. There was no way he could hide his feelings. “Oh isn’t it sweet, just peeking out.” He took deep breaths trying to recover himself. “You know Andrew, I think this has only been happening since I put you into pink,” she observed.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie,” he said, unable to hide his embarrassment. And ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘ever since you insisted on using my Hummingbird as the oven timer.’ Bluetooth was a wonderful thing. Once Jane realised the range it had in Fullerton Towers, she’d dispensed with her bell for summoning his services. A flick of her phone and he could be with her at the merest buzz. It didn’t matter where in the house he was working. If she had an appointment, the alarm setting worked perfectly: a personal reminder service. Normal alarms and timers were dispensed with. He no longer had an oven timer, he had to ask his Aunt to set a reminder. Even the gates and front door were wired to a transmitter to keep him alert to every arrival. Different frequencies for different She liked to keep on top of all the comings and goings (but especially the cummings) at the House and, with his Hummingbird, he was perfect for the task: her fully Bluetooth enabled maid. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="border: none; clear: left; display: inline-block; float: left; height: 233px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 217px;"><img alt="A cartoon of a person with a bow
Description automatically generated" height="233" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/cdxsGUxXftiiq8SVFUb6vM4gpusWY6a-1cetLODtbYEXcEJsp5IbiwzYnVOsDIZ6bZdcLMWXxrKk-SW9Q8Nq19FRtwiA7qhAKO8bzkWMLrFdSMYpkdGczVYTXdTtO-mV_6Qkuh-0BMgXWoZlj4Sb-w" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="217" /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She made him stand and wait. The oven alert continued to go off. Surely she could hear it buzzing. He was getting desperate. He could feel the strain increase against his latex panties. It wasn’t only his quiches that were getting overheated. They’d have fully risen by now, and he was rapidly following. He lifted his arm to cover his eyes. He mustn’t look at her. That was only making things worse..If she touched him now he’d be undone. But she loved his little reactions. Her call and response. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“I can see a nice little cummie,” said Jane. “It’s so cute, Andrew. Whatever are you thinking?” She thought his ‘little cummies’, as she called them, were sweet. It was only a little leakage at this stage but his feelings were obvious. Was it her? Was it the Hummingbird? Was it both? Whichever, she could make him do it every time. Sometimes with a little contact. Sometimes with a lot, but every time without fail. “You really are a pink girlie.” She reached between his legs and patted the base of his Hummingbird. That didn’t help at all. “You’re such a jewel.” He felt something damp trickle on to his thigh. “Now if you’re going to get stiffies, I think your panties are going to have to come off.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">‘And so it begins,’ he thought.. ‘Please Auntie, please. Tell your guests we’re not at home. Tell them to come an hour later. Please!’ he wanted to blurt out but couldn’t bring himself to admit it. It would mean admitting that he was her sissy. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">She continued to appraise the source of his embarrassment. “If you’re going to leak, there’s no point in getting damp panties. It’s going to trickle down your leg whichever way. And it will make it easier for your inspection.” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Inspection?” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 223px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><img alt="A cartoon of a person holding a dress
Description automatically generated" height="223" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/gnZblGDLQHgp0aBAXUPAQsM56hURk2fowX_WxMBhr9E7Z9BKJsKIhUkxf9R91tEz6A5dDC4DE1PAJ-gKaYEvIjIYjPVyOCdL0Y-NFQdpusHpyYuZLH9nNCTpeGuk_-pfDzd-XKxHCCGTI6juENlbxg" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="602" /></span></span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, inspection. The Sisterhood will want to see how you’re progressing. It’s why I wanted you in pink today.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“The Sisterhood?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, The Sisterhood. Who did you think was coming for lunch? They want to check on your progress. I’m still trying to convince them that you don’t need to wear one of those silly devices. They’ll be wanting to have a look, so it’ll be easier if you’re not in panties. I’ve been telling them you don’t need one so do try to be good. Some of the Mistresses are very pretty and they’ll all be in latex or leather so do try and have some control.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Don't worry Auntie. I’ll be OK provided I don't look you at or think about you.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Thank you honey, you’re so sweet. Or think about Will, I guess?”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Will too. I won’t think about you nor Will. And please don’t trigger my Hummingbird.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Would I do a thing like that, darling?” his Aunt replied with a wry smile and an arched eyebrow. “Now panties off, honey. It’ll make it easy for me to see you’re getting too excited.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Yes, Auntie. But I do need to think about my quiches,” he said and started to scurry downstairs to the kitchen.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Remember to get those panties off darling, please,” Jane called after him. She did hope he would do well this afternoon. The pink was having its desired effect. He would be her Boy. The Sisterhood would see that. And they could see how she treated her Boy if they wanted. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">He was such a darling. What was a little leakage between friends? And there would so much more to come. Her young sissymaid would deserve his reward. But that could come tonight after her guests had gone. She’d enjoy something savoury and hot. Something more than quiche. Her little jewel.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 631px; overflow: hidden; width: 602px;"><img alt="A cartoon of a person in a pink dress
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