.. protected ... by Michael in the river. It was a new sensation for her; she was use to and comfortable being the protector, the one in control. It w...uld be awhile before she could make sense of that role being reversed even for a little while.She stretched cautiously, her muscles giving a bit of protest but nothing like they should have.Being shot before she knew that every bone in her body should ache, the trauma of a gunshot wound affects the entire body and it takes days to get anywhere. Mary, Andy and the 3,000 others had been programmed by Uncle Bert using a secret mind control drug to be slaves. We did not call them slaves, however. We called the programmed women kittens.Mary came running out of the door when I pulled up in front and blared the truck horn. It was bedlam as we all greeted each other. Mary, Andy’s mother, Bert’s mistress and my kitten, had been holding down the fort while we were gone. I had arranged for Mary to have everything ready to go to Aspen. She had. My friends tossed them around and made up stories about how they got there. The stories they made up had my young mind on fire with fantasies. Later that evening, I returned to where we had left the panties, I pretended to walk along and I casually picked them up and put them in my pocket. I was terrified that someone would see me touching a woman’s panties. When I got home I was overwhelmed by the desire to examine them. When I pulled them out I realized that they had a distinct smell to. "Uh oh..." she muttered."It's weird. It doesn't feel as it did yesterday!" I said while I triedto reposition the cups so they wouldn't dig into my skin."That's because you've outgrown it! Let me see if I can help!" she ranto her bedroom. I heard the noise of several drawers being opened andshut. She came back with a hot pink bra that she handed me."Try this on. It's a 34C that, with the extenders that I added, shouldwork as a 36B. It's a balconette bra, so the shape is quite differentfrom the.