Here she was sitting there with her dress open to her pussy and the breeze catching it every once in a while to make it seem like a white flag drawing...attention to her legs which were exposed as far as possible.Ellen started to pull her dress closed when I stopped her. Shaking my head slowly, I wanted to see how far we could play this. The server came over, a pimply faced 18 year old, and he could hardly get the menu out he was staring so hard, torn between the legs that were on display or the. Didn't she say something about bringing out the inner beauty? Now it was allstarting to make sense. She told him that his mother would soon have hissenior photos. Little did he know that her plan was to change his body tomatch the photos that had been sent to his house.Realizing that he had to call the portrait studio, to talk to thephotographer, to tell her she made a terrible mistake, Jeff raced downstairswhere he had left the phone number. Again, his new breasts bounced withabandon, but he. She continued, "I want you to work closely with me. These changes will take a lot of effort to pull off. I need your experience and knowledge to make it work." She turned her attention to the others. "My door is always open. There will be no secrets in this office. That's why I had the glass walls installed and why we work naked. We have nothing to hide."As she walked back to the table, the W of her beautiful behind moved up and down, rubbing her pussy between her thighs. As she turned, she. With a ‘yes milady’ Annalette gathered the used clothing, left them outside, brought in the vessel of water and split wood for the hearth placing them onto the glowing embers. She then hastened to leave without the verbal dismissal which would have certainly come angrily and with a condescension which always accompanied nightfall in Lydia’s chambers. Annalette closed the door behind her. Seconds later the bolt was thrown on the other side and locked. She paused filling her arms with Lydia’s.