And he wasn't even fucking her yet. He had only penetrated and then stayed still. Soon the lube did its job and slightly numbed her asshole. The man i... her ass began slowly fucking the tight hole, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside her. His rhythm built slowly until within moments he was fucking her hard. She screamed as she came again, nearly passing out from the exctasy. Suddenly she heard her Masters voice speaking in normal tones behind her, "That's it lil one, make Master. We started to live as total strangers in our house, sleeping under same room but talking minimum with each other. Sex was minimal. Sometimes, even months passed without touching each other. Because of job and family pressures and also as my terms with my hubby were not cordial, I never initiated it. It was he who sometimes came to me and we did it, like machines. Sometimes, I reached my orgasms but most of the times, it was a bore affair. Such was the situation that I lost my concentration and. He lets the key fall between the slats. It lands on the photo. I squatdown and collect both. I fold the photo and go to put it in my pocket.Pocket? What pocket? My hands run all over my skirt and vest looking fora pocket. I trace the cups and underwire of the bra under my clothes. Icup the missing breasts in my palms. I run my hands down my sides,feeling the vest, the bra straps and the blouse. My penis jumps in mypanties. I run my hands down to my hem and caress it with my fingertips.My hands. And inlooking in the mirror across the room I understood. There I was, teetering on the white ankle strap sandals with the four inchheels. The floral dress fit my now properly girdled, brassiered and cinchedwaist form like it was made for me! I could see my red nailed pedicurethrough the sheer hose they had me in and noticed how the taupe colorednylons shined in the light and how the skirt swished as I moved. I noticedmy long, red nailed manicure now done up in an unmistakably feminine styleand.