She had on a tee shirt and jeans, but the jeans fit her like a glove, accentuating perfectly the curves of what one of my school friends had once call...d an angels arse."Thank you kind sir." she laughed, "I feel great this morning too." and she turned round to give me a squeeze.The tee shirt fit pretty snugly too, in fact, it fit very snugly, I felt the softness of her breasts against my naked chest as she hugged me."They didn't have a bra I liked." she said shyly, "So if you don't mind, I'll. I’m somewhat glad though, as this is my new life. I want you to get past the shock, accepting that things are different for me now and that I have never been happier.”Marian reached over and put her arm around Mother’s shoulders. “You know I’ll support any decision you make. Ever since you took me in after my parents kicked me out for getting pregnant at seventeen, you’ve been like a mother to me. We’re just confused. Can you please explain what happened in your life over the last couple of. " Is that too tight?" she asked as she tweaked the laces on the corset."It is a bit but it will be all right," I agreed."Best have your Tee shirt off for the next bit," she suggested, and I quickly slipped my Tee shirt off ,"Oh that's a fancy bra, best slip that off and all," she said so I did, I felt a bit odd standing there bare breasted but she seemed nice enough."Have you done cart work?" she asked."A bit," I lied, "twin shaft" I added, "With broad cuffs," Good," she replied, "Lets try the. But where did that inclination come from? Maybe it was the house she’d visit. Whenever she was there, a beast would come out of her. She’d stay nude except for a red silk ribbon in her hair. Sometimes with the shoes she came in —high heels or flats. The three men who lived there were like her pimps. She’d answer to them, no matter what filth they had her do. I wanted to tell her to wake up and get away. Maybe she was brainwashed. Torture can change the inside of you. A reward and punishment.