Mrs. Higgins was evidently making fast progress judging from the number of times Sally heard the razor being swished around in the water.Horror of hor...or she felt herself aroused as Sarah stretched her labia this way and that. It did not go unnoticed as Mrs. Higgins said, “the most natural thing in the world but she’ll get used of it as Madam wants her cleanshaven every Sunday evening”.Sally doubted very much she would ever get “used of” having her labia pulled, stretched and pushed. Then she. Small breasts and large melons, pert tits and drooping hooters, ta-tas and bazongas, sweater puppies and air bags, all of them parading before me."Your keycards, sir," interrupted the desk clerk. She explained some details, including the fact that a tour that would be starting in just twenty minutes, and pointed me towards the elevators. I left the lobby and entered the elevator with a statuesque black woman. I prayed that she wasn't telepathic as I cast sidelong glances at her bare and buxom. Or if she could breathe in them. There was a bit of work to it, getting the first leg past her knee. But after a momentary flash of panic, she realized they weren’t impossible at all. They squeezed tightly on her skin– a tightness very unfamiliar, but strangely inviting. The squelchy, crinkly sounds they made had an odd allure. When she sprang up to pull them up onto her hips, there was a strange pleasure in the warmth of their cling as they slid over the tops of her thighs. She rocked her. Uhhh... uhh cumming."Amanda suddenly went limp and I thought she'd fall but she steadied herself on the edge of the shower screen. I pulled my hands out from her breeches and she turned and sat on the side of the bath. She leant forward and held her head in her hands. Through gentle sobs I heard her say," Oh God, what have I done, I'm so..." She began to cry and I felt so sorry for her, this went against everything she knew about herself, or thought she knew. An ordinary straight housewife.