She was sitting on the couch,sipping from a glass of wine. "Mmm... good girl. I see you noticedMommy's special present to you."Part of me wanted to...object to what had occurred to me, but a larger partof me wanted more. "Yes, Mommy." I giggled, the sound of my voiceoctaves above where my previous bass voice. "My boobies are big and mybutt is big and my hips are big. Does that make me a big girl?"Mommy spread her legs, revealing her hairless crotch. "Well, big girlsknow how to make their. I give them two thumbs up. They laugh and wave hugging each other. They take off the lingerie and put it back in the bag. I am about to go back to work when Maria comes to the window. She is holding a piece of paper with a phone number on it and using the hand signal ‘call me.’ I pick up the phone and dial the number. Maria answers. “Cal is that you?” I say. “Yes Maria it is me, what would you like?” “How was the show? Were we hot or what? Would you like more?” “You are all very hot women. But after a while, Dorthea gave up the struggle and let him have his way with her mammary.Paul hungrily nursed like a thirsty calf. Her huge tit dwarfed his little hand as his fingers sunk into her spongy skin with blue veins flaring out from her nipple. She brushed her fingers through his hair petting and cooing him. Paul moved up to sit on her lap, never letting go of her swollen pap. She gently rocked him and began singing a lullaby. His eyes started to droop. After about five minutes of. Completelystrip. She handed me a razor and a can of shaving foam. "Shave, sissy,shave. I don't want to see a single body hair on you, ever again. Legs,arms, armpits, chest, crotch: every hair comes off and stays off."I protested, "Madame Beringer, here in front of the window? All of Pariscan see me. Please?"She slapped my ass really hard, something she had never done before. Sheyelled at me, "You want to see Paris? Well, Paris wants to see you. Doit, sissy!"I started to shave, in broad.