Just as when Mistress Greta had held me I started to hope that she would remember me. I saw her as a moderating force that wished me only to have larg... breasts instead of massive ones!She had not wanted me to have huge pointed nipples and tattoos of giant pricks that were coming between my breasts. Her pleasure in my sexual attentions was almost welcome compared to the attentions of Mistress Greta. I remembered that though she had gagged me it was not as bad as the one that Mistress Torment had. He turned to look at his naked female body. He still couldnot get used to the sight of Antoinette's body; her feminine face, herblonde hair and blue eyes, the swell of her large breasts, her smallwaist, her wide hips and long supple legs. He had, or so he thought, atleast become more accustomed to the complicated mixture of feelings thatwelled up inside of him, every time he looked in the mirror. Exceptthis time.This time everything felt different.If before it had felt like he was teetering. I reached between my legs helping to build a wonderful orgasm. After it came and went now very built up it left me wanting. I stretched out to the nightstand, my grip clutching a few condoms. After handing one to her she acted a bit confused but when along with the program. Raincoat on she returned to my hot box. As she slowly fucked me I too kept busy, reaching in the tiny tub of lube I outstretched my hand behind me taking aim and my backdoor. A finger went in readily and a second soon. We arrive and check in.Later in the room we are finally alone...We have dreamed of and planed this moment for ages. But will the reality match the fantasy? I run a bath for us as I feel grubby from the long flight. Standing in the bathroom we stare at each other, of all things a little shy at this final point of disclosure. I move closer to her. With a false coyness she crosses her arms over her chest as if offering one last barrier for me to scale to reach my prize. But she smiles and her eyes.