She was a hotter, STRESS hotter, taller, better developed version of Elsa.I started grinning and unexpectedly hugged her.“What was that for?”Still...grinning, I told her to ask me again in twenty years. I got the story out of her over the weekend. She’d been a hellion, one that her parents couldn’t control. She rolled up pregnant at a very early age, she wouldn’t exactly say how early, and her parents disowned her. Her grandmother took her in, on the condition she keep the child. So Elsa got. Additionally, I want you to start getting used tome making many decisions for you. Afterall, as you fall deeper into yourbimbo role you will clearly need me to act more as your protector andcaretaker. Is this not what you wanted?"For a second I thought that maybe I was getting myself deeper intosomething that might be too much for me to handle. My fantasies of beinga bimbo might be different than being a real bimbo. What to do? Mymindalways returned to the thought that this might be my. She was grinning from ear to ear."Yes, I would enjoy that," she said demurely, far more confident now of herself than she had been. "Though I hope I'm not keeping you from any other appointments or commitments?" she questioned once again taking her seat. "God I want to fuck you right now," she thought further without actually saying it, though even her posture was as she again leaned forward slightly displaying her breasts."Oh no, no other appointments today whatsoever, though I do have one. The next two days were a fashion show interrupted only by meals and by the need for some of the females to make their reports to the now all male board meeting. Rosemary was in an eighth heaven, you know the one above seventh, flitting from group to group admiring all the styles and offering helpful advice.McCock attended the farewell party sporting a truly magnificent / horrendous left black eye depending from whose side of the opinion fence you sat.The morning after their return, everybody.