“I apologize that I don’t fit your exact sexual preferences,” Dana said. “I know you prefer tall skinny girls with perky tits. I am a bit olde... and have a bit more weight than my daughter. But if you wanted to size me, I am a tight size 6, and my breasts are maybe a fun C Cup. I guess we all have to sacrifice, considering the circumstances.”I was stunned by her straightforwardness and stood ocmpletely still.“My daughter is of course to your tastes - as you can see. Now let me get you ready,”. I roll over, holding you to me to place your much smaller and lighter body on top. Whispering between gentle kisses I tell you how wonderful you were."You know I could get pregnant right?" you ask looking up at me. "Yes." I reply with a smile. Your head lays down on my shoulder and your arms hold tight to me. "What are you gonna do?" "Well, this sexy girl just gave me her body and told me it belongs to me. I don't think I'm going to take a chance on her getting away." You look up at me. After five minutes the girl returned and showed me through to the sitting room, stood in front of a large ornate fire place was “Mistress Annabelle” she was older (Around 50) than I expected but still stunning in her way, she had shoulder length black hair and was dressed in a tight fitting cat suit that showed off her still perfect body, she turned to me and said “Sit” her voice left you under no illusion that this was a request, it was and order, “So you would like to have the pleasure of my. I actually had to stop and wait for it to cycle backthrough, just so I could prove to myself I wasn't crazy.It was a Calvin Klein ad. Similar to, but distinctly different from,the one in the magazine, and yet the rugged cut of the model'ssculpted, athletic form was draped with the same Victoria's Secret braand panties I'd swapped in the other ad.My heart pounded.I glanced around. Had anyone else noticed this? No. They were carryingon as though everything were normal. I, the flustered pervert.