A dread at being in the presence of so all-mighty a being... and what can only be described as a kind of gladness, pride even, at being noticed by her... In some strange way it seemed to compensate a little for all the back-aching hours. At the same time, in her heart, Belle was aware that to have such emotions was a measure of how truly low she had sunk.The guests dispersed slowly, most of them flown with wine and brandy. The two who had regarded Belle with approval earlier, regarded her with. ... We had to go through Soho to reach China town and there was a cool breeze in the air, she had a low V cut jacket and I could see she was cold because her nipples were rock hard. This caused a slight stir and was consciously aware I was getting semi hard. She grabbed my arm to get warm and ask if this was ok? Yes of course by now her big breasts were rubbing my arm. We passed through the small alley ways and she stopped all of a sudden?"J have you ever been into one of these book stores? I. But I didn’t.I figured she would be getting off soon anyway, she was your stereotypical business woman, or “strict teacher”, if that was your thing, with her hair tied in a knot on top of her head and glasses that seemed a little too big for her face.She was wearing a black jacket with a grey blouse underneath, a skirt the slid up from her knees when she sat down and long, slim legs in high heels.Not dressed for a long train ride.I, on the other hand, was dressed for a long ride. Jeans and a. A black thong wrappedtightly around my waist, covering my now-flat crotch and riding up a buttthat was most definitely curvier, though not much larger, than before. Amatching black, simple bra rather enhanced my breasts. I knew somehowthat I was a 32B, though I was in teens' sizes, so they weren't exactlyhuge, but they were about a handful. In my new, small hands, that is.Black yoga pants stretched and fit my every curve as pink-and-white socksadorned my feet. I gained a pair of black converse.