Her exercise regimen was long and strenuous. She felt her muscles grow hard and her stomach and waist get narrower. She could see the muscles on her s...omach, but there was still a thin layer of fat that covered them."I think it is genetic," said her Master, after several weeks. "The only way we could get rid of that layer would be to completely starve you, and that we don't want."After seeing who the likely final bidders would be at the auction, Thomas had Mistress Constance come back for more. At the first red light he swore, pulled into the closed gas station on the corner and turned around. He had forgotten the garbage.He hopped out of the car. He hesitated and then picked up the bank bag and locked the car before going to the side door. The area was well-lit, but it didn't pay to take chances. He unlocked the door and stepped in, putting the bag down on a nearby display. He was about to pick up the garbage when he heard a giggle, followed by a door closing and then the faint click. The picture on the screen wobbled alarmingly for the cameraman handed his camera to someone else, and then he appeared in front of the camera; I recognised him immediately as my recent party host.The tape continued to run, just showing her prone figure lying naked on the floor. The cameraman had reclaimed his equipment just in time to see a new player enter the picture. This time it was a thirty something woman who knelt between Fiona open thighs. She ran her hands over Fiona's naked body, but. My already aroused pussy tingled and sparked, begging to be filled. I could feel my own self-lube coalescing into heavy droplets that rolled down my inner pussy lips and pooled in my opening before dribbling across my puckered asshole, ultimately saturating the backside of my dress. Oh well, it’s a risk of going sans undies.He noticed the hem of my dress, pulled into a naked arrow, exposing my upper thighs almost to the bottom of my glistening pussy lips. When he entered the room, I failed to.