As she watched, her soft brown areolas puffed little by little pushing hernipples out and giving the front of her breasts a slight conical shape.Her b...easts looked wrong with these puffy areolas on her large fullbreasts but just as quickly as she noticed this they began to correctthemselves. Slowly, but what was still far too fast for Rose, her roundand heavy breasts began to slim and recede. For a moment she could imaginetwo balloons deflating to the high pitch sounds of air escaping -. I started to wonder where the journey wouldlead.But before I could follow this thought, we arrived home. We went to mybedroom and started to put away all the new purchases either in thewardrobe or in drawers. "We can put all these things that don't fit youin the case," said Ann, indicating the items we had piled on the bedearlier. "I might keep a few things myself, and I can take the rest toa charity shop. Is that OK?" I nodded. There was no point in me keepingthem. I now had a selection of. "Which means, you'll need to lead the way. It's theusual thing - serve drinks, some chit-chat with the guests, then aperformance on the table that will include you fucking her - but you bothhave to come, right?"At my dutiful nod, she continued. "And then it's time for you both toplay with the guests - and let them play with you. If you can make moreof them come than the other girl, you win - and it will be the last timeyou have to appear at one of these shows, okay?" Yes ma'am," I answered. Setting it back down I sighed. "It hasn't been easy. There are so many emotions going on in you all the time, and I only recognize a few of them. Sometimes they mix together and are harder to identify, and sometimes one or two just overpower the rest and those are the ones that seem to want to bitch-slap me."Izzy laughed at the image and tightened her grip on my hand."Is it getting any easier?" A little, I think. The more emotions I run into, the more I start to recognize. That helps; at least.