But I wasn't going to think about that. I was going to think about theskinniest version of myself, and that's exactly what I did for tenminutes.I had ...ashed, folded, and put away all of my laundry the night before. Irummaged through my clothes to find some running shorts, but they wereall too loose on me. Even my boxer briefs were getting a little baggy onme. I really wanted to run again today, but I didn't have anything thatwould fit me. That's when I remembered that my ex had left some of. With one last look in the mirror, I raised a gloved hand andlightly patted a stray curl back into place, and then turning, I was ledfrom the room. With the two women, one on either side, I was led downthe wide stairwell. Each held one of my gloved hands to steady me as Imaneuvered slowly down the stairs, still a bit unsure of myself in thelow heels. With every step, my frothy petticoats made a delightful frou-frou sound as they bounced and tickled my nylon-sheathed thighs. I couldfeel the. Katrina would pick me up from work and there'd be anything from, a new lamp - or some other unnecessary home appliance - to a new outfit for her, lying on the back seat of the car. And what's more, she never did seem to be able to find a job of any kind. I'm afraid that after a few months I began to lose my patience a little.Possibly what made things worse was the fact that whenever I did try to discuss our finances quietly with Katrina, she'd point out that once she had our first child, she. You should have seen Stacy running around naked; her large breast flopping in the wind, trying to get everything ready. Stacy was in good shape, but her breast were very large and had now been the target of many play times and punishment. Stacy was still in her ?Training Phase?, Becky called it and punishment was used to help her learn. Becky had already entered and cuffed Stacy’s hands behind her back when Brian said his goodbyes. Becky continued by putting a dog collar around Stay’s.