Sorry, that's a little gross but it was true. And I was getting hips and a waist; no longer a stick-girl but one with a developing figure. And boobs. ...ell, not huge ones like some of the larger girls I knew; I was small, after all, just five-two. And hair, under my arms, even a little on my legs and, yes, my pussy. I stood in front of my full-length mirror for hours, naked, looking at my body, knowing that I was becoming much more than cute.Time went on and, yes, my boobs did grow into B-cup. That 'no' made me sad, like a little child that asks their parents if he can ride the carousel.But so much happened before I asked her that question. I can't keep my focus. Athena told me once that I was a lousy storyteller."Don't take this wrong," she said, her hands doing something to her legs, half a caress, half a scratch. I adored when she was so much oblivious to her nakedness that she behaved as if she were alone and dressed. "But I don't think you could write a long story linearly." I. ??Yes, Mistress,? both girls chimed in unison.When they arrived, they did exactly as Janet had instructed. Amy seemed to adjust to her new role more easily than Anna. She was the first one out of the car and stood erect as she glanced around. They were at a private party and she could see a lot of cars lining the street but she could not see any people other than the parking attendant.Anna got out next. She remembered to stand erect with good posture but she could not seem to keep her hands. Taking your clitoris between my lips, I hold it fast with my teeth and run my tongue across its smooth surface, while rolling your nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. My careful attention has granted me a gift in that your pussy opens involuntarily and releases a steady stream of your juice, which runs along your opening and downward into the valley between your buttocks, covering the rosebud there. I release your clit from its grasp, and kiss your lips openly, sealing your cunt to my.