I tilted them a bit. I looked down at Brenda. ‘How does this look?’ She smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. I began my descent. Unfortunately, I...missed a step on the way down. My other foot happened to catch the ladder, which turned my body outward. I lost control of my momentum, which was now flying towards Brenda. My face landed directly on her breasts, which were covered by her shirt, but were still huge to the point that I sunk in. She hadn’t even budged, even after all of my weight came. Turning, she smiled at the Concierge and nodded at him before opening the door and leaving.She is thirty-eight and in her prime. She started cardiovascular and strength training shortly after arriving at Hanover House and has been slim, trim and fit ever since, almost five years, now. Her body and mind adjusted to her litheness long ago and she now moves like a cat. She exudes raw sexuality but seems oblivious to it just as she did after completing novice sub training almost three years ago.. She is able to string it out for an hour, the whole time thinking about what is ahead for her. Unless Tim, having a good time now decides they should stay and not deal with Monday’s issue.But no, as soon as she drains her glass, Tim stands, leaves a tip, and tells Abbie, “Come along, it's time I got you home, Abigail Elizabeth.”Shit, she is going to get another spanking. As they stand waiting for their bus, Tim’s hand is on Abbie’s ass, just tapping against it. This adds to Abbie’s vision of. ." The beautician rammed a clothinto Bobbie's mouth."Listen, honey," the beautician soothed. "You're not the first boy I dida make-over on, so just sit back and relax. I know how you transvestiteslike to look. All glittery and everything." As though this -transforming a man into woman - was a normal every-day occurrence forher, the beautician went about her work.The color was applied, a sugary silvery blonde. Sort of a candyplatinum. Carefully, Bobbie's hair was wound in big rollers and a.