. stripped away. How?Flimsy lingerie accentuated how once strong arms were now slender andsmooth, hard pectorals melted away beneath soft breasts, leg... turnedlithe rather than powerful. My stomach remained taut, but no longer heldthe masculine definition of before. Where once I needed the heavy boningof a corset to create curves, this new shape held them naturally.I was weak. Everything about this girl was soft and weak and defenceless.Staring aghast at my new reflection provided a sudden. Thinking back to the conversation from earlier in the night, she began to wonder what the rest of him looked like.She let her gaze wander even further now, curious whether the hype was real. When she caught focus of the object dangling in front of him, an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes darted to his, seeking assurance that her sight did not deceive her. He held her gaze calmly, a subtle curl of his lips providing the confirmation she sought.She was dumbfounded. It was incomparable. ‘What a surprise.’ ‘A pleasant one I do hope,’ her demeanour seemed warmer than before. ‘I see your company has flourished somewhat since our last meeting.’ ‘You might say that,’ I answered, eyeing her suspiciously. ‘Would…you care to dance?’ I didn’t care who saw us, within a few weeks the divorce would be finalised and it wouldn’t matter. A myriad of questions flew around my mind as I held her close to me. ‘I understand that your divorce isn’t going well.’ Cassandra whispered into my ear. I. I noticed he was licking his lips and I asked him if I could get him something to drink. I secretly hoped he would say no or that my mother would overhear and intervene, but no such luck. “I’d love some orange juice, pet.” He said. I blushed at the nickname, excused myself, and walked a little stiffly into the kitchen to serve my dear Master. As I walked, I felt the thrill of the secret inside my panties, the reminder that my ass belongs to him and the deeper satisfaction of providing my.