Big ones too, bigger than yours." You are not," I laughed, putting on a little eyeliner. "They won't do it until you're sixteen." How do you know?" sh... asked."How do I know?" I put my pencil down. "Duh! Why do you think I had to wait?" Cause you weren't even a slave. Duh!" Wren mimicked me. "Mistress can do whatever she wants with me." She can't do that," I said. "They have to wait til you grow some more." Why?" Cause otherwise you're tits will look funny." I stood up and went to my closet.. I.. I need a little time okay Dale? But.. I promise I'lltell you everything soon." I lean in and give him a peck on the cheekthen scurry along past reception and out the revolving door. I'm lucky I guess, Chanteuse is parked just back from the Hotel so Dalewon't see me getting into the limo, and as I slip in Chanteuse pullssmoothly away, taking me back to the comparative safety of MistressDivine's office. I get out, certain I'm going to be late, and enter through the frontdoor of her office. I. She tore headlong down the stream, stumbling and feeling the slap of cold water when it hit her face. The next thing she heard was a single gunshot echoingthrough the trees. She froze, waiting for the pain and the eternal blackness of death. It didn’t come. Everything was silent except for her own panting breath. Taking a quick mental inventory, she discovered she was unhurt. On her feet once more, she started to run only to feel a large fist wrap about her arm. She whirled on her captor,. You are still just a little bitty thing, aren't you? How tall are you? He asks her", moving his head up between her shaking legs. I’m... I'm 5' 2". "Ah... Ah... please don't!", Rebecca sobbed in shame as his large nose brushed against the soft cotton of her panties." "Hmm, Mrs. Smith, you are really tiny, and it smells like you've had a hard day." He says, looking up at her and licking his lips obscenely."Ohhh...ahhhhhaaaaa..." Rebecca gasped as her thighs are forced open again, her face.