There were little wrinkles between each button where my boobs were straining against the cotton. If one of the buttons went, it would have someone’s...eye out. After putting on the blazer and tie, I searched through my hosiery draw for a pair of white socks. “Ah perfect,” I said, as I found two white, knee-high socks. I put my hair in two pig tails and stood in front of the mirror. I might be 22 but I passed for 16. OK, so the skirt showed off my rather pert bottom and I was busting out of the. The entire car seemed to fill with the scent of powder and roses. It seemed cheap and even a little tawdry when he thought of the natural scent of her arousal. The comparison was too laughable to exist. He felt foolish and decided it would be better not to give it to her at all.He’d felt like a confused fool standing in the shop while his brain tried to distinguish aromas out of the cloying stew of soaps, lotions and perfumes. The woman who tried to help him had reeked of a sweetness that made. Sherry seemed to like and accept that difference in how I treated each of them."Look after your sister. She's going to be having a rough time of it for awhile, I think. She has a lot to think about now."I drove back to my house, upset and anxious, but still thinking that something good might eventually come out of this currently bad situation. I didn't have any trouble sleeping that first night. By the fourth night though, my doubt demons were out in full force. I'd gone over and over my. Now tell me the lesson you have learned from this". "I will never speak out of turn or doubt my mistress' judgment", he sobbed, "Please mistress, I love you". She stepped closer to him and raised her hand to his face to caress his cheek- "I love you too my slave boy, don’t forget that". "Yes mistress", he cooed, rubbing his cheek against her palm. "Thank you, mistress". "Now bend over again and wait for me". "Yes mistress", he bent over and steadied himself on the back of the sofa. He was.