Even covered in a robe, you can tell her figure is fantastic. Her hips sway as she walks, or maybe “struts” would be a better word. The robe also ...oesn’t do much to hide the curve of her breasts, and your eyes linger for a moment. When you finally manage to look up at her face, you see a pair of full pink lips curved into a confident smirk and eyes that twinkle with a mischievous glee that scares you more than a little, all framed by long curls of red hair.She makes it up to the ring and sweeps. Since his call earlier in the evening, she had flitted and flapped, unable to settle on anything. She blamed his not saying where they would go for her inability to do very much constructively, but in truth, her heart was fluttering in her chest and it was likely she would wear out the batteries in her vibe tonight, but before she could relax with her pacifier, she had to think of what to wear.If they were going out to dinner, then she could wear a simple black cocktail dress with a matching. I was stolen – and my life changed. That is surely different, isn't it? I am not sure, anymore. I just feel, as I so often do nowadays, that I have been 'put in my place' once again.I hug her once again. The slave comforting her Mistress and then I get back down on my knees. Showing me her own hurts, her own vulnerability has put me in my place – or at least, that is how it feels. As so often, its another step down the road away from a normal life and into slavery. Neena has shared her own. Anyone would fall for you with tits like that. So stop feeling scared and go screw your daughter." "Yeah. Okay Cher baby. I'll do it! And I'll mail you about it if I can pull it off." You do that. Bye sweetie."Cindy shut down her computer and went to the kitchen to make dinner. Dinner passed by without any serious discussions, just the usual 'how was your day' and 'anything new?' All through dinner, Cindy couldn't help but notice Debbie's breasts poking out of her shirt. She tried turning her.