"Got close a couple of times, but..." She shrugged. "It'd take a big 'un. I don't see one gonna come a-runnin' at MY picture..." Well, suppose we nego...iate from a platform of how you looked at eighteen," I offered.Myra made a face. "I was big THEN." Let's see..." I had the AI project her. She weighed half of her current weight then -- and she was still no doubt medically obese. She had nice curves, though, and big round jugs, even with the pot belly.Myra grunted. "I guess that was my fightin'. I watched my older sister getting ready to go out with her friends, to school, or just hang out. I watched her pamper herself with soft sexy lingerie, stockings, garter belt and everything else a pretty girl would wear. I wanted to be a girl, just like her. I started my journey into womanhood in my teen years by borrowing a pair of my sister's panties, then it was her bra, then her stockings and garter belt. This borrowing went on for a while until I was discovered, not caught but discovered.. We head to the living room, two chairs and a sofa he points to it and says take a see so I do. he gone over to the window and tilted the blinds. you not working he says. no two week off. he's at the front door and locks it, Ah me too I go back in January. He takes a seat right at the side of me our legs touching, I sip the drink its nice I say. looking down at him I notice he's getting a hard on, I put the drink down and turn to him slightly and put my hand at the top of his knee. I look him in. “W-what are you going to do with that?” I asked already knowing what he wanted it for. I just needed to hear him again. As if I was obsessed with his voice, I needed to know exactly what he planned.“Don’t talk.” he grabbed a tiny jar of lube and crawled on the bed between my legs and smirked at my already wet pussy. “Such a naughty slave.” he smeared some of the lube on my pussy but moved his lubed hand towards my ass and started to lube up my tiny hole.“Wait…I don’t -” he leaned over and put.