She had her hair colored light brown. She placed a butterfly tattoo on her left breast. She bought jeans & sexy t-shirts for herself which were comple...ely fitting her. Now she had become a complete model. She had become more sex appealing. Her big boobs now had become tighter as she uses breast enhancer. Now her figure had become 40-26-36. All the men in our colony would admire her & would always think of spending a night with her. There was a guy named Raj. He was the greatest admirer of my. Then I took my other hand and began to pull up her t-shirt exposing her plain white bra she was wearing. Her nipples were already hard, I could see them poking through the white lacy fabric of her bra. She spoke up and said it’s been awhile done anything like this and to take it slow, I agreed then I cupped her breasts with my hands and began to pinch and grope her nipples between my wondering fingers , hearing her moan was telling me she was already to go father . We sat up, I finished. Her threatening tears were merely the result of frustration over failing to beat the big chunky Chinese girl with the goggle-like glasses on her over-sized head.It was strange for her to have advanced this far in the competition because she was the smallest and the lightest of the contestants in the Discus Throwing event. Her shoulder muscles were sore from the elimination cycles and now she had a stupid blister to remind her of her unsatisfactory small stature for such an event. Still, she was. Jennifer was silent for about half a minute, then she nodded. “Should I call you David, or maybe Mr. Ransome, or Sir, or Master?”“Anything you feel comfortable with, my little loving submissive. There will be very few things you will be allowed to choose, so I’ll let you decide on that. I will say that I think calling me Mr. Ransome sounds awfully formal and Victorian, but any of the other three would be fine. Now as to our destination, we are going on our honeymoon and that is all you need to.