' I suppose you are married madam.. and I hope its okay with your husband', he trailed off his sentence coated with concern. Still mesmerized by the m...del, I was replying absently 'It's the idea of my husband that I need to look my best on one of his special occasions'. That was enough encouragement for him and he said, ' Leave the worrying to us and as I said , we will transform you'. He took the bag with new blouse from me with all the right without asking me and started inspecting the blouse. “One knee on the pebbles,” he said. “I don’t usually take this kind of photograph. But it’s for charity.” The dress blew up around my ears. My legs. Did I mention my legs? Sometimes I think my legs have a life of their own. Sometimes I eat a lot of cake to see if they’ll notice me. It doesn’t work. My legs go on doing their own beautifully defined thing. I beat the dress down with my hands. “I like your shoes,” he admired. “You like my shoes?” I asked, bewildered. “That’s it? My shoes?” I tell. "I think you have earned areward for your work." O-oh?" Mayolin stammered. "Master... I can't..." Oh please. You're bound by me. Surely you expected this when I firstassigned you that disguise?" the elven girl chuckled as she began todisrobe, her 'mother' obediently gathering up the garments as they werediscarded."I... I am just a.... simple servant," the drow protested.Lirena Cerise shed her final piece of clothing, and let Mayolin have anice, long look at her virginal young body, with smooth. I gently shake him and tell him that mom wants to talk to us about something. He groggily gets up and makes his way to the closet as I make my way downstairs to the kitchen where our mom was. She kisses me on the cheek and lays down a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. As she walks back to the stove, I watch her ass wiggle in her robe that she was wearing. At age the age of thirty-six, she was still a looker. Strawberry blonde hair, around 5'10, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny.