My areolas were still somewhat small, but did not seem weirdor out of proportion. My nipples were now pointing upwards, giving bothbreasts a very nice...profile. I couldn't help thinking they were doing soas if to crave Mustapha's sweet kisses! My belly sagged quite a bit,turning wider in the lower part and producing a very curvy girth. Fat wasstarting to redistribute to my hips and thighs, in a typical femalepattern. I have always longed to be a BBW. Having been overweight beforemy transition. Watching her slave submit to her always excites her. When the slave feels her Mistress hand rubbing her ass she cant help but arch up to her soft touch. And when she feels her hand cup her pussy she moans aloud and grinds against her hand.“My slave is all wet and wanting now isn’t she.”“Yes Mistress I need you so badly.”“ I know you do slut.” she replies letting her fingers slide easily into her slave’s pussy.She starts working her fingers in and out slowly. Listening to her slave moan and. Sheasked what time the meeting was, and I told her that it was in twohours. I could see the panic, and she totally lost it, and forgot allshe had been taught, and started screaming. So I picked up my cell phoneand brought 911 up again. That phone is one handy little thing. So sheproperly raised her hand, and asked about how she was expected toattend. I sternly warned her that I had had enough of herinsubordination, and SWORE to her, that if she acted out like that onemore time, that I would. My two nipplesheld him like a deer in headlights.I stood there in the doorway, waiting for him to take what would behis only initiative of the evening. "Err, won't you come in?" hesaid hesitantly. Finally he had arrived back in this world.I did, and preceded him into their living room, and stood alongsidethe couch, and looked up at him with the most outrageous bedroomeyes I could muster, eyelids drooping as if I already had his cocktucked way inside me and it felt real gooooood. Then I sat.