And that reminds me of another of our rules -ALWAYS SIT DOWN TO PEE. And when you have finished take two sheets oftoilet paper and fold them into a li...tle pad to wipe away the last dropsof pee before you stand up again and pull your knickers up." She showedbe how to put my thumbs into the top of a stocking and gather the nylonwith my fingers until I could put my foot into the toe of the stocking,and then carefully deploy the stocking up my leg. I fastened it to mysuspenders and then repeated. "Sorry, master..."He hugged me. "Don't be. The sort of girl I saw on the security feed; aman would be mad not to marry her. And I can't have my girl be a liar,now can I?" Maurice pulled back. "You will marry me, yes?" Of course!" I jumped, and with Maurice holding me up, I wrapped my legsaround him. It was nice that my master was big and strong enough to carryme so effortlessly. The heat inside me easily drowned both my sense andthe ache of my face and side, so I crooned until Maurice. This woman was instant erection in a dress, no little pill required. Still some distance away, I stared, her stiletto heels were bright red and her feet made that little inward sweep with each step that makes the hips swing. I didn't look at those yet, I was still working my way up her legs. They were long, tan and smooth. When I finally encountered her skirt maybe half way above her knees it was also red and wrapped around her, tight enough to show her curves, but not so tight as to shorten. She followed him obediently, like a little girl, her hips swaying and jiggling with every movement. I followed with the box of candy under my arm. Yvette sat down on Mike's bed, the fat on her ass and hips spreading around her like a soft jiggly fat pillow, barely contained by her panties. I knelt down in front of her and took a thick roll of her belly fat in my hands, lifting it and kissing it, pressing my face against it so it was fully enveloped by Yvette's soft flesh. She was smiling.