Besides, she was an AA cup. It fit me better than I care to admit.Apparently that extra breast growth I had when I was in puberty amountedto a small A...cup.I decided to put on the skirt I'd found at the thrift store, anyway. Itwent down to my ankles - it actually fit me better than it did Karen. Ithad a gypsy-ish design on it, with lots of circles and lines and stuff;it reminded me of Gallifreyan script from Doctor Who. Looking throughthe pile of clothes, there was a V-neck shirt in a light. She could only lay there, aching, humiliated and wondering what else could possibly happen to her. She knew that her future was completely in the hands of Price and whatever he wanted her to do. He had transformed her into an obedient animal and she realized that it would do no good for her to try to fight off anything that he had in mind for her, besides her body still craved satisfaction, the brute of a man that had just taken her had not built her to completion, he had been too rough and so. "Will you be dining tonight?" If I went elsewhere I think John would come to find me and drag me back. So yes I will be dining tonight." I am told he is making a Steak and Kidney Pie. Rumour has it that his pie is one of the best in England." I can confirm the rumour. I have no need to look at the menu now, my mind is made up."The evenings were getting a little chill now, but walking in the garden was just as enjoyable. I was using Arthur's throne to sit and smoke when Millie came by. She was. O'Keefe. It was perfectly split in half, nice, rounded, it looked ripe like a peach.She stood there for me to see."Here I come, Russell," she said as she crawled up on the bed and lay down beside me."Touch me, Russell, touch me all over. Feel me everywhere. I want your hands all over me."Her skin was like silk, so soft, warm, I ran my hands all over her, over her breasts, so firm, but with a softness underneath, nipples hard like little pebbles, down her stomach, up over her mound, then my hand.