She accepted that answer, because her tits were so very large by this time - larger than she even realized. She knew they were larger than her Mistres...' tits, and she knew that is why her Mistress whipped them so often and so hard; but Bridget didn't have the worldly experience to realize that most women did not have tits the size hers were. Her Mistress would have compared them to soccer balls, but Bridget didn't have that point of reference. She only knew that they were larger than her. “You’re not wrong,” she said, her hands now kneading the muscles of his upper arms. “In fact, you’re dead right. I’ve been a brat, Jared. An unconscionable brat.” She whispered the fateful words into his ear. “And this brat needs punishing.”In the distance, the wheels of Sorrel’s car were tearing up gravel on the Cranleigh Manor driveway, as the girl made her escape. “No more interruptions,” Jared said, his palms following the slope of her back to her firm ass. “You’re gonna get exactly what. This went on week after week,and I enjoyed every minute of my learning.?I seemed to be learning everything there was to learn about being awoman, and soon Sherry had me walking like a pro in stiletto heels 5 incheshigh.? I got so good at walking in heels,that I found myself addicted to them and wearing them every chance I got.? This pleased Sherry immensely, and sheencouraged me to continue, saying she would show me the way of my future, andhinted that one day we might even be married.?I was so. "Oh, Master... please... I... I can't...ohhh, fuuuck... " she moaned, loudly now that we were in the car. "Oh, my pet, I think you can... if you try really hard!" I said, teasing her. "Please... oh, Master, please stop!" she pleaded in a whisper. "Oh my silly, silly girl... the day is young yet, and I have plans for you!" We got back to the cabin and I took her inside. "Now pet, the fun really begins!" I grabbed her by the hair and marched her upstairs. "I have toyed with you long enough,.