She drifted into low and come off the clutch like a teenybopper. She went through the gears like Parnelli Jones and when she was finished we were sizz...ing along at eighty miles per. Then she looked at me and winked.“Hold on, honey, I cain’t drive but I sure do aim this thing,” she said. Then she laughed. It was a deep throaty laugh, rich and full like she was. She was tall, maybe six foot, with long legs and big beautiful feet. She was clad only in the briefest of summer frocks, that crept up. Since everything was k**-sized, it meant that the sissies had to bend over a lot, thus showing their padded bottoms, stocking tops and frilly diaper covers. For the staff, this meant that the sissies got full view of their plunging necklines and decolletés.The second zone was for breastfeeding. Here, sissies were only allowed to crawl, so that the staff towered above them, and the babies could only look up to the dangling tits filled with lovely sweet milk. The sissies all had big bibs tied. ?No, thank you, I was just leaving? I declined, an unexplained cold finger of fear trickling down my spine. I noticed for the first time how his pale his skin was, how his shoulder length hair was as black and shiny as onyx, a clash of midnight against ice. Against my will my nipples hardened under his scrutiny, clearly visible underneath my dress. His icy eyes swept over my breasts before lifting to mine again. I was unable to look away and saw the pupils of his eyes dilate until his eyes. Something seemed a little off about the way Freaky was swiming, he seemed to be skim- -ming through the water, and he was swimming faster that he had ever seen him swim before. Faster than it seemed it was even possible. Steetch settled back, relaxing. This was going to be a good one, as usual with Freaky.Consuela brought out breakfast for three, and as if summoned, Hardcase wandered up onto the patio. Freaky had gotten out of the pool, and was walking over to the table. He wasn't even wet! He.