Her ribs weren't showing as much and her breasts had grown to fill her palms. She ran her hands down her stomach and past her slit of a navel. Carrie ...asn't that much taller, but her body had rounded curves that Di would never share. Jason would probably always see her as a girl, but maybe she'd be able to persuade him to see her as something more.Ignoring the ache in her heart, she took the yellow suit off its hanger and stepped into it. After pulling it up, she figured out how the straps went. She saw a dirty stinky disgusting ‘man’ without a shred of hair on his whole body. A body more red from the various past whipping bruises than his almost nonexistent unharmed white skin. Blinded, his arms permanently bound in the back with chains linked to a pole fixture, his legs free enough only to allow him movements to properly do his job but otherwise his feet’s bound in the concrete of the floor under. Permanent sewer pluming entering inside his stretched anus for his own discharge. Whores are one of two types they either make use of things they hear or if they are sensible are silent as the grave. The sensible ones which include me are silent. Our clients spend a lot and have to be able to talk freely without it leaking.”“Sort of like a confessional.”“Yuh some of them need that more than the sex. Also, with this set up some discreet business dealing is going on. Hold on they need me next door.” Mind your discretion was one thing not making some modest investments was. Her skirt more or less matched her shirt in that it had a tartan pattern probably totally unknown to the clans of Scotland. Beneath the hem of the skirt shapely calves tapered down to slim ankles. I wondered what her thighs were like and how often some guy reached the top of them. The skirt fitted tightly, displaying very nicely curved hips and tight high buttocks. “On the whole,” I thought, “a very comely wench.” I’d read that somewhere. Chapter 3. Bedroom and Cottage We drank our tea and.