Her breasts puff though the bra’s makeshift openings and her nipples swell enticingly against the sweater. Despite her desperate protests, I’ve fi...led her mouth with pages of the Cosmo magazine I found in her purse and covered her lips with electrical tape. It muffles her cries and the burlap sack I pull over her head keeps her pleading in the dark.Lillian has no idea how ridiculous she looks with her distorted tits pressing through the bra. The way her swollen nipples rub the sweater is. My Mistress knew that to send me to Maria was a punishment of sorts. To ask her forgiveness was hard and, as Mistress Pickles suggested, to have her, was to be a trial of my humility. Heavy hearted I went to her room. I knocked, which is something I would never normally do for I am the arm of law in the household and have right of entry in all but my Mistress’s apartments. She admitted me into her room, a candle still burning in the stick by her bed. She smiled and I think enjoyed my. ’ I help Jacqueline clean up, and then begin my walk to the neighbour’s house. It’s now dark outside. I can see a light on at the side of the house. So I decide to walk over and take a look. As I approach, I can hear water running, I’m guessing it’s the bathroom. When I get to the window it’s slightly ajar, I grab it quietly, opening it a little more so I can get a better view inside. I can just see the figure of our neighbour in the shower, who had only recently been over at our place. I. Sheila calmlyinformed them, "Recently my best friend and coworker was outed astransgender. A few days ago she was assaulted outside her dorm and had tomove in with me to avoid further humiliation and trauma. I chose to standby her and help her, even protecting her at work. In doing so I aparentlyupset the school's head of facilities and was let go because of that. Thehead librarian had given us full support but she was overruled by her bossand chose to retain her own job rather than stand with.