" I pulled out another bustier. "This one. I have been a client ever since. There. Done. Look in the mirror."It was quite effective on her. I had to s...ruggle just to pull it on, even while fully opened out. On Francine's tiny body, it fit lightly, even when fully pulled in. The bottom rode over her hips, rather than above them as it would on me. The top was snug enough to force a hint of cleavage, and a hint is all Francine ever managed. For those that wear underwear as outerwear, it would fit. I rubbed the top of her foot and wrapped a hand around the back of her ankle and kneading her akilies tendon between my thumb and finger.“Mmmm,” she moaned, “that feels good.” That was all the approval I needed to unsnap the leather strap on her ankle and slide the slipper off my beautiful plump pacific island Cinderella. Her foot melted into my hand as I massaged and rubbed it, I slid and kneaded the smooth fleshy feet in my hands as I watched her. She was rubbing her neck and chest with her. It was eight in the morning and I was at the counter at Big Toni's Café & Espresso getting a coffee. She was dressed in skirt and sweater and flats — what she called her "teacher uniform". Her auburn hair was pulled back in a scrunchie, and as always she was beautiful — actually more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She walked up to me smiling uncertainly."Hi Jake ... Welcome back. How are you?"She didn't notice that Toni had handed me two coffees."Thanks Allison. Doing well..."Before I. I've attached some pictures to give you some ideas.As if the crazy fan mail wasn't enough. Now, I'm getting dirty pictures in my mail box.I opened up the attachments.I was expecting some crazy looking white chick. I've dated a few of those. This was a regular chocolate bunny piece of dark meat. She wore two different white bikinis in her photo sets. She was thick, and I'm not talking thick like pudding, more like a juicy piece of sizzling pan fried mutton. Her belly was curvy and wide, she.