.. and she told me.“Seems the big boss went to Bridgetown to settle a dispute about the ten mile stretch from here to there. This boss wanted exclus...ve rights to the road and that one in Bridge was making incursions. Of course, the Bridgetown boss felt like this boss was violating his territory. As it turns out ... they both were being set up by His Honor, the mayor.”“Wait ... girl in the root cellar? How long has she been there?” I asked.“Two or three days ... or weeks, depending on who is. He hadalmost faltered when the time came to put on the child-size shoes by thebed, before he remembered that he was much smaller now, that thosechild-size shoes would fit perfectly onto his child-sized feet. She hadput her hands on his shoulders, nearly a full head taller than him now,and steered him to a seat in front of the mirror. He had thought shejust wanted to remind him of what he now was, but she had pushed themakeup from her collection into his delicate hands, not helping,. So this is my fault?No, of course not. However you do walk around the house with no underwear. I see your nipples on high beam most of the time and I've seen your pussy on occasion when you bend over.MOM!What? You've got a great ass. Be proud of it and you give dad a hardon. Anyway I hear you diddling yourself almost all day and night. That's typical for a teen girl. I'm sure dad has heard you fucking yourself too. Mom, you're not taking this seriously!I think you're taking it too seriously.. They were satin or some similar shiny material. I scanned up and saw that there was a slit down the front that I imagine displayed a lot of cleavage when the wearer was standing up. Cleavage? What the hell was I thinking? She couldn't be over four feet tall. No one that young has developed enough to approach cleavage. But there was the evidence right in front of me. She had a pair on her that would have pleased any Hollywood starlet.It was a hell of a costume. The dress was nothing special and.