She desperately began licking the sticky residues left behind on her fingers from her previous gorging session, ‘There must be something left to eat...’ She waddled towards the fridge, quickly opening it up and scanning the contents. All that remained was half a gallon of milk and a tub of butter, hardly useful. She grabbed the milk bottle and started to chug it thirstily, droplets of milk running down her chin, staining her shirt, disappearing into her mountainous cleavage and dripping down onto. I can’t remember.”My stomach chilled.“What?” I said, mouth growing dry, the pain in my arm fading beneath the surge of fear through me.“Rithi, I need you...” She shook her swollen head. “No, no. It’s ... Rithi, bless my ... my ... What?” Tears shone in her left eye. “Sven, I...”Kora Falk“It’s okay,” Sven said, his voice so far away.Why couldn’t I remember the words? They were... “We’re in a forest,” I said, staring bemused up at the trees.“Yes, Mistress, a forest,” Zanyia smiled at me, her. Let me describe her to you, she was around 5.5 feet tall, very fair complexion, and had great assets.Since it became dark we said good bye to each other, but promised to meet regularly.After our meeting, we continued with emails 3 to 4 times a week. Our friendship grew stronger each day. She again sent me an email saying can we meet on Wednesday next week and spend some time together as she feels lonely. I didn’t have any feeling for her until this day. I asked her to meet me near my office at. Let's roll my nylons up your legs now and fasten them to your pretty corset. I see you already shave your legs. You are such a good girl taking care of these things all by yourself."She gathered the black silky sheer nylons and guided my feet into one and then the other. These were the reinforced heel and toe type of nylons like the girls used to wear way back when I was in school. I remember how I envied the girls back then for being able to wear such dainty and sexy hose. And now I was not.