." But?" she replied. "Yes, you seem to have quite the eye for my butt."As she said those words, she turned around, leaned on her knees, pulled her sk...rt up, and stuck her ass out. Her light blue panties rode up to the point where I could see both of her buttcheeks."What the... Becca, what are you doing?" I asked, unable to comprehend what was going on."Well, let's just say I've been feeling a little... naughty," she said with a short giggle.I stared at Becca in amazement. She smacked her ass. I'm not sure how big some of those stripper boobs the other judges have measured might be. What the fuck! It says here those are all natural! Is that right?" Yep!" Stephanie beamed."Let me see those things!" The judge started feeling up and examining Stephanie's breasts. "Well, if those are fake, they're the softest, most natural looking implants I've ever run across. I'm going to take you at face value when you say those are real. Head on over to that booth there. You're a shoe in for best. Esther was riding a high, her spirits were off the charts she was so relieved. She was euphoric and grateful, grateful to Moriarty for HE had been working along with her on this thing. HE had been supportive, HE understood how important this was to her, HE had worked to insure the success of this project."John seemed to have shrunk into the chair. His limbs felt heavy, it seemed as if his neck couldn't support his head. He looked up at her and muttered bitterly "so she decided to reward his. Howoften had she chased him up the stairs --- or down them --- for thepurpose of instilling in him appropriate behaviour, expected behaviour,required behaviour? The stairs were still slippery. She had never pushedhim; she knew that; she had never pushed him. She moved carefully today.She looked into the bathroom. Standing at the same spot whence shemonitored him when he was in it. What day had it been when she had firstnoticed her toiletries askew? A Sunday, yes, a Sunday. The smell of.