?She responded to this eagerly enough, and wondered why I would requestshe change her appearance, I merely responded it was what I wanted of her.? Dur...ng the time her breasts would continue todevelop, I gave her strict orders to keep up her gym regimen, and heelstrengthening at the dance classes she took.?Additionally, she would ask her friend from ballet class (my Pawn) totrain her in ballet heel boots and the use of all manner of latex and bondagesex techniques.? Her friend would act asher. ? Christ, the narrow wisp of satiny whiteness caressing the fleshy swell between her rounded, full, young thighs was searingly imprinted in his roused brain! "D-Don't worry, it'll all work out for you, Honey..."Honey! He'd called her Honey... and there was no doubt about that swelling in his pantleg and the way it'd jerked when she'd used the word, fucking! God, it looked as big, or bigger than Uncle Link's! Not that it mattered how big it was! She knew she'd love it inside her if it were no. She stood there smiling, waiting for me to continue with something. I finally decided to play it safe since she was surely leaving for her dinner in a few moments, so I offered her a glass of wine from the bottle we had opened the evening before, but had barely touched. She took the wine but remained standing even after I had offered her a chair. I sat in a chair facing her, sipping on my drink.“Did you notice?” she finally said.“Yes,” I replied before she could continue with her sentence. . Lauren's heart locked up and her eyes bulged. There, on her knees in the middle of the floor, was a woman, an athletic-looking woman in her thirties with blonde hair cut tomboy-short, wearing nothing but a collar and a blindfold.Her flesh bounced against her bones to the rhythm of a pair of men thrusting into her aggressively, one behind her pinning her arms back, and one below her propping her up by pressing her petite breasts into her ribcage as he squeezed and groped her. The woman could.