Fucked up the ass just a fewmoments ago?"She grins stepping up to me and gathering me in her embrace. "Muchbetter, now come on, we need to get going."...Going?" I ask looking up into her eyes, but become unable to ask more asshe kisses me hard, lovingly, holding me tight, caressing my back and myass.Whe she finally pulls back, and my body melts against hers, she laughs,stroking my hair. "Yes, I thought I'd treat my little sissy to breakfastout. Come on now."And she heads out, leaving me to catch. Though, as she said, we had not yet begun. Pointing her cigarette at me, I open my mouth, and she ashes. She moves forward from her sitting position, her face next to mine, whispering to me; don’t swallow that yet. As she finishes the cigarette, my tongue is full with the ash, as well as pretty dry. Thankfully, she decide to use the more normal ashtray for the butt. A test of obedience, she claimed. Her voice, sensual, soft, low. Her moving towards me, every now and then, giving me the. It was a bit brisk, but I sat on a bench reading the data about the College of Law and Practical Legal Training (the next step in my trial by ordeal). There was to be an "information session" on 13 October at UNSW. Most of the information had been carefully obfuscated, so we'd all need the "session."When Rachel arrived I asked her what she'd found out."Three more courses. But they seemed to think two of them ought to be lectures or seminars. No more than one additional 'special study'.". She was seeing men in a different light, testing her new body shape through exposing herself to their unsuspecting eyes, loose t-shirts to draw their eyes down its front as she obligingly bent in front of them, or sitting with her knees under her chin, proudly showing her mop of jet black Italian pubes, her cotton knickers now a thing to be discarded at an opportune moment, usually in the bus shelter first thing in the morning.I watched later in the afternoon, from a short distance away, as she.