I SHOULD feel sexy. I’m… I’m actually kind of a goddess. The shower steam began to obscure her reflection. If Rob is right, and I can make a liv...ng being beautiful, then I’m going to own it. I’m going to be the best I can be, especially if that means getting out of my comfort zone. She stepped into the shower, and in an instant the hot water relaxed her muscles. She undid her braid, and let the water run through her long, brown hair, brushing it through with her small hands.Gosh, that feels. Lori immediately begins to tell him what happened. He introduced himself as Bob Walters, an Electrical Engineer who just happened to be on vacation himself. He tried to start the car but nothing happened. He looked underneath the hood and poked around a bit but was unable to find a problem. Bob told her that with these newer cars he just doesn’t know enough about them to do her much good. But offered her a ride to the next town so that she could call a tow truck and have her car taken to a. I was so scared to pull my shirt off and look at them, touchthem, everything; but I thought, "They are my boobs. Why should I be soscared?" I closed my eyes, pulled the baggy tee shirt over my head, andthrew it to the floor. I opened my eyes again.I was wearing a white bra. I reached behind and tried to get the claspundone; after two tries it opened. I pulled my bra off and threw it tothe floor. I looked in the mirror at my breasts: They were a 32Caccording to the bra's tag. My nipples. "Please may I rinse--" is all I manage to get out before the ring is strapped back between my teeth. Mistress untethers my leash and pulls me upright by my hair. "Now we have to make you nice and pretty," she says cheerfully. Choosing a lipstick from a nearby shelf, she paints a thick O in lurid red over my gaping lips. She applies the lipstick to my nipples and writes across my chest with it. In the mirror I read the large letters backwards: SLUT. Mistress pulls my panties back up to my.