The next day I woke up to make breakfast I was moving slow but my pussy throbbed I really wanted to cum but I feared that if I touched myself Sir woul... punish me. One of the farm hands was looking at me and jerking off when I told Sir he told me to bend over and show him my pussy and when I did the man came. Sir told me that the farm hand wants to fuck me and he just might let him. My life was hard and I thought about leaving but where would I go my mother left when I was 10 and my father was. You wouldn’t believe how fucking wet it was when you walked out that door. I’m soaked! My legs are bent and my knees are spread wide open. I have two fingers sliding in and out of my pussy while my thumb is circling my clit. I’m so fucking horny. Are you touching your cock?” My cock was throbbing as my right hand stroked back and forth over the top half, thumb and middle finger touching to perfectly encircle the ridge on each up stroke. “Fuck yes! I’m so hot, Shamita. Your sexy body…that. I want them to stare at me, and every glance increases my arousal. I stop to look in the window of Topshop, and see my proud semi-naked body reflected back at me.I turn up Great Portland Street, and push open the door of the Costa Coffee shop. The barista smiles as I order a large cappuccino, with a salted caramel brownie as a special treat.“May I?” she asks, stretching out her index finger towards my breasts.“Of course.”She runs her finger gently across the smooth skin of my right breast and. All of a sudden, Ihad a picture in my mind of me -- the new me -- sitting on a chair with mypants and a needle and thread. _I_ was the one who'd patched my pants.This was definitely took much to take, and I sat down on a bench to clear myhead. Then I heard that voice in my mind again. "Go Home." I stood up andpeeled out of my bikini as quickly as I could.I'd have liked to go over to the mirror; to take a good look at my new body.From what I'd seen before, I was really a babe. I thought.