When she walked in she was all smiles, though and helped me unpack the few things that needed to go in the fridge. She lifted a bottle of Merlot in on... hand and a bottle of grape juice in the other. she went to the sink and poured out the juice then filled that bottle with the wine, immediately going outside to dispose of it."Mom doesnt like any alcohol in the house." She gave me a conspiratorial smile. "So we'd better drink it all tonight."She then excused herself and took the box to her. Your face was picture of feminine charm, seeming sharp and smooth, beautiful blue eyes decorated your face and golden hair that you always kept on a ponytail fell down your back. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but your armour made it so few would ever get to see it.Despite everything, however, there was a dark truth that you kept hidden from anyone. Your status and oaths would. I had somehow traded my trim, fit bodies and the years ofsweat and effort that went into it for this dumptruck of slobbish form.Well, if Miss Maura Daniels thought she could steal my perfect body andabandon this wreck, she had another thing coming! I decided it washigh-time that Maura and I finally sat down to talk.I retied the bathrobe and stumbled out of the bathroom towards the door.Under normal conditions, there is no way I'd allow myself to be seenlooking this slovenly in public, even. “All right. Stand overthere, in front of me.” I motion for you to go to the middle of the floor.You do so. “Strip for me,” I say. “Slowly.” Soft music is already playing. In time to the slowbeat, you sway backand forth, turn and begin to undo the buttons of yourblouse. They comeopen one at a time until the two halves fall apart. As oustart to remove it,tell you to leave it on–for now. You continue to gyrate before me, unzip.