J-Nine poured the two bottles of vodka into the cauldron as I was pouring the quarts of Bloody Mary mix but, some way or another, the mixture splashed...up and covered J-Nine’s shirt. Knowing that she and M were the same size, roughly, I took her upstairs to the bedroom to get her another t-shirt. This may be where we made the mistake that tells this story. ‘Hold on,’ I said as we entered the room before going into the closet to grab her a T. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked when I stepped back into. I was going to be there to grab her as soon as she walked out. She had reapplied her make up before opening the door. As the door opened, I caught her eyes. It was on. She flew into my arms and we started making out right there at the bathroom door. I pulled back and then began pulling her shirt over her head. As I did, I was shocked at what I saw. This woman had an amazing rack. She wore a sexy white bra but her tits were phenomenal. I thought to myself, how did I not notice this woman. No one wouldpay such a ridiculous sum for the little pouf fairy, and off to thelater sex slave auction the little fairy would go - where they stood tomake far more money from their deal with the slave traders.Percy's concern turned to panic when he saw the look of concern onWilhelmina Waxwell's face. In truth, she smelled a rat and knew fromwhence the odor came and was thanking the Goddesses she had made thatphone call.At the podium, Mrs. Presscoque said. "No bid. Going once."Sheer terror. I found a skirt and matching top with thetags still on them and decided this was the outfit I was going to wear.This would really make her mad to see me in something she hasn't evenworn yet. Revenge was going to be sweet. At first all I wanted to do was put on the skirt and top, but when I putthem on the outfit just didn't look right. You could see the outline frommy boxer shorts. So I decided to put on a pair of her panties. This madethe skirt hang better. Next I put on one of her bras. After.