I will read each question from my list. You answer as honestly and in as much detail as you can. Here we go . . . How old were you when you had your f...rst period? Oh my. That seems so long ago. How old was I? Id guess I was probably just about 12 years old. Yeah, thats right, I was in sixth grade. Ok, good. When did your breasts begin to develop? Sarah unconsciously looked down at her chest, I think I first noticed them between 11 and 12. Of course, looking at me now, some would say they never. That should be more fitting. Especially if Larry intended to get her out of them again right away? . . . April felt a moment’s heat at the thought of an imminent act of-- fucking. Was that how it was going to be? The consummation of her birthday, as it were. Already that lovely Italian dinner (had manicotti been a poor choice? But she had enjoyed it). And that Phaidon book (how had she missed that they’d put out a new title on her favorite-- well, second-favorite!-- architect?). Larry probably. His voice was stern, but not mean. He had a slight accent. I sat down on the bench. He sat next to me and I felt his eyes examining me. I sat up straighter and put my shoulders back. Without looking at her, he said to the woman, “Sit down, slave.” She sat on the other side of the booth and laced her hands together on top of the table. “Excuse me, but why do you call her slave?” I asked him. He looked into my eyes and I saw a mixture of swagger and hunger. “I call her that because that is what. I must say I looked pretty good.Now I know u must be dying to know how I look by now. So let me grant that wish. I was aged 18 then and being a Bengali was naturally good looking. I am fair and around 5’4″ in height and with a slim curvy figure.I was naturally well endowed and I was very shy of that fact at the beginning. So back to the dress and so my friend then gave me a blood red lipstick to use and I was shocked but I used it anyways and then started wearing my jacket when my friend again.