‘Good afternoon,’ she began, ‘my name is Amira, but you will call me ‘Madam’.’ ‘Yes, Madam,’ replied Emma. ‘You should really be nak...d and on your knees in front of me,’ continued the stranger, flashing her bright blue eyes, ‘but we’ll let that pass for now.’ Her English was perfect, with the merest trace of a foreign accent. Emma was strangely reminded of Ingrid Bergmann, from old films on television. ‘I’m sorry, Madam, I didn’t realise,’ apologised Emma, making as if to get out of bed. ‘No –. Walking over to the short bench that sat in front of her locker, she tugged off her shoes and dumped them inside her gym bag. Sliding her clothes off, she dropped her head in her hands. ‘Why?’ she whispered. But no answer was forthcoming. She was left staring off into space. Then she growled again and grabbed the small toiletry bag that held her shampoo and her body wash. There was a single shower stall at the far end of the tiny room and she flipped her towel onto the hook next to the stall.. Right now it isn't that high a level." Right now it's high for me, Jimmy. That's what worries me the most, that I can't control it." I can help you with that, from my own personal experience. Think of what you want to do, and then imagine your parents walking in on you while you're doing that. Try it, and see if it doesn't work." She gave a small shudder of revulsion. "Did you picture it?" It worked, but I'm still thinking about things, just not as much." Well, you never completely stop. That. "You look beautiful." I wasn't lying. Zoey wasn't skinny like Kris, or fit like Mel. But she wasn't obese, either. She had a body that most people would call 'curvy' or 'full-figured.' But it definitely suited her face. And it suited me, too. I loved the way it felt when she snuggled up next to me, or I held her in my arms. And I loved it just as much now. Slowly, I pulled her arms down to her sides. Then I pulled the bra free from her chest. Her breasts were big, brown, and beautiful. Each.