"Good," she said, nodding her head for a moment. "Lift your dress and let me see." Wordlessly, I took hold of the hem on my maid's uniform with both h...nds and pulled it up, exposing the rubber briefs, framed by my stockings and garter belt, to view for inspection. "Hmm," Mistress Angel pondered, "yes, that's much better... turn sideways on... hmm, good - much more the outline I'm trying to create. Now turn round and step closer to the window... and keep holding your skirt up." Yes, Mistress," I. So even the least socially and physically gifted wall flower got to be the belle of the ball so to speak, having her pick of men.After six months in country I had about three weeks vacation and holiday time accrued and an air ticket to spend. At the time the flight route was through London’s Heathrow airport to my home town, Chicago. So I booked a business class flight from RUH to ORD through London Heathrow. That’s a long ass flight and has about a six-hour layover in London. Too short a time. Her naked body was lying across the silken-sheeted bed. Her lover told her she would have her romantic night. Something she would never forget nor want to end. Her wrists and ankles were bound directly above and beneath her. Nothing to cause her to feel dirty by being spread wide, but yet at the same time they were loose enough to cause such a process. She squirmed from side to side. Wondering when the relief of her lover would arrive. Her mind spinning with all the possibilities that might. Sometimes when I was in the shower I'd bounce up and down alittle and enjoy the sight of my breasts swinging back and forth just alittle and bouncing up and down. And yes, I was now thinking of them asmy "breasts", not my "cones" or "chest" or "mounds." I guess that I hadgradually come to the realization that what I had admired so much ongirls - I was now sporting a set of. It kind of freaked me out to admitthat I had a pair of breasts - but they were so beautiful, and I didreally enjoy.