"Damn," she muttered, sucking her little finger that bled from a tiny cut when she'd dropped a glass. She glared petulantly out the kitchen window. On... thing she had to do, find out what the hell was going on and secure Lester. If she didn't, she'd find herself out in the street in short order.Wanda worked frantically all day, washing, scrubbing, polishing... even took Bette Jean some soup and milk on a tray at lunch time. She'd looked sick all right, deep circles under her eyes and wouldn't. .................Over the past 5 years, Mistress and sissy have kept up with each otherjust enough to know that they both still had major feelings about eachother and also major regrets about how things had ended up, however bothof them have kept their real feelings and emotions hidden so as toinsure that they didn't end up hurt again. On their un-occasionalmeetings they discussed being back together again, but both of them wereunwilling to take a chance and try again.Mistress always chided me. "I was for a couple of days, but not anymore. I think I can't wait to getout of this chair though," said Debbie.Later sweety. Later. Lisa kissed her and left.six hours later....Lisa was standing. She was a little dizzy, but she was standing. On thescale. She was staring at the needle. The one pointing to 975 pounds. Shewas ready to shoot a load in her body briefer. Yes, she was fully dressed.Lisa had squeezed her into one of the specially built body briefs, nudepantyhose a white full slip and a. "You're so strong," she said softly."I keep in shape," he replied, his hand on her arm again.She continued to massage his chest, not really realizing when he started feeling her tits. She knew she should stop him, but it felt too good. It was just exactly what she always wanted Barry to do, to squeeze her tits and bunch them through her dress. It made her nipples rub against her bra and start to tingle."Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed softly and bent forward until their lips met.They kissed several.