Despite both her parents being tall, she wasn’t as tall as I thought she would have ended up. Still tall, maybe five-feet-six, but shorter than her ...um.Although she was slim, you could tell she had her Mum’s curvy, larger frame underneath. Her chest though, well maybe that was more like her Dad’s, she only had small perky boobs, but the trademark big bum would develop,I was more intrigued whether she inherited her Mum’s high sex drive and kinky ways. I didn’t have time to check her lingerie and. "There were still a few minutes before the play started and he was askingif i had a Snap or Insta page. I told him i was grounded and i didn't,but if he followed Mike i might get ahold of him that way.Once the play started everyone was engrossed in the play. A few times ourhands brushed each other and I caught him a few times checking out myboobs, which gave me a little thrill and a sense of pride.I kept imagining, or dreaming I guess, that he was my boyfriend and wewere here on a date. That he. The charge from the room, however, would notdissipate as easily.I hesitated at myshoes.I loved to wear them,their red patent leather gleamed in the light, and the long, spindlelike 6inch heels, and the pain they gave me reminded me of mymistress. But they, too, came off.There was no hesitationwith my bra and panties, and they too were soon piled upon the chairwith the other artefacts of my former life.“You understand whatis going to happen?” my mistress asked, the words driftingeffortlessly. He threw back the curtain and said, “Step out.” I did and was shocked. The air was freezing and with my flesh so wet, I immediately began to reach for my towel and dry off. His hand caught my wrist and he said. “I did not tell you to dry off. I said shower.” He then led me by the wrists to the doorway of the bath where I could feel the full blast of the air conditioner and I began to shiver uncontrollably. He quickly looped a rope around my wrists and then pushed me back against the door.