"Then it's settled," announced Donna. "Women, you know how to dresstomorrow. Men, come dressed in your normal business casual. Don'tforget to bring...your five-dollar donation. Watch your e-mail for where togo for some -adjustments," she grinned. She adjourned the meeting.I came in the next day not knowing what to expect. This was Friday,October 9. The office was decorated with banners proclaiming it to beBreast Cancer Research Day. The women were abuzz in conversation.Strangely, the men were. I asked, “Mistress Ella, it is necessary for me to know if you are a virgin. Please don’t lie to me. Are you a virgin and who was the man who last took you?”“What an impertinent question! I ought to have you whipped for talking to me like that!”“But, Mistress Ella, I need to know so that I do not cause you any unnecessary pain.”“Oh, well, in that case: yes, I am a virgin. I have pushed my finger inside me, but I was careful not to break my hymen. No man has yet penetrated me. Now, I want you to. "I'll just get her for you". A few seconds later, I heard mum's voice. "Tanya?" "Hi, mum. Bad news! I won't be able to come home tonight, the meeting is taking longer than I thought. But I should be back sometime tomorrow." I said. "Um, okay, "she replied, "problems at work?" "Oh no! Nothing I can't sort out. Look, I am feeling tired, I'll phone you tomorrow." I quickly crept back into the house (thank God the door's hinges well oiled) and was soon back in my hiding place in time to see the. I stopped at the counter, peeked through the doorway and caught my breath. From where I was standing, I could see the couch near the bottom of the stairs. Margie was facing towards me, topless, wearing only a lacy bra with one cup pulled down to expose her right breast. I guess the first thing that shocked was just how big her breasts were. Even larger than I would have imagined based on the modest attire she typically wore. It was only after gawking at her that I became aware of the rest.