As well as tying my bow, I also neededhelp, with four buttons up the back from just below the shoulder blades.I was so pleased when Mummy let me wear ...he same necklace I had worn allday. But after a day of wearing my two inch heels, my feet could nowrelax in my lovely soft fluffy slippers. I must admit I am getting usedto these heels quicker than I ever imagined. Once in my pretty dress,one couldn't help but admire the girl at all angles. Turning this wayand that, holding my skirt sweetly. Then I started feeling my stomach and waist slowly move inwards away from my shirt, until hardly any of my shirt was touching the skin! This was rather strange, so I reached to my left and flipped on my lamp. I whipped my shirt off and looked down at my waist.Holy shit! I had a perfect petite female waist and flat sexy stomach! I reached down and felt it, the skin felt rather soft... I took a good look at the rest of my body, which looked and felt completely normal. Just then, my penis started. Abby never mentioned anything or changed her attitude towards me.The next time something else happened was a couple of weeks later. Again, Abby was doing her laundry, but this time it was intentional on my part. I waited until she started loading the dryer, I pretended to be going for something in the fridge and smacked her again on her soft rump. This time however, my aim was intentional and I went for the area between her cheeks and right on where her pussy would be. It wasn't a hard smack.. The man must be prostrate. I understand that when my hand is lead to his expectant rod. Hands squeeze my breasts through the silk of my blouse, making the nipples harden and swell with desire. There is hot breath on my neck. A hand is touching the inside of my thigh, where stocking gives way to skin. There is a voice, masculine.“Do you think she’s ready to sit on that cock?”“There’s only one way to find out.”A female voice, as the hand on my thigh slides upwards under my skirt. Other hands.