Yolanda led her down the steps and presented her to her new mistress. The white lady signed the paper and accepted Shanika's chain."Thank you for buyi...g me, Mistress" said Shanika, without being prompted. She was learning quickly to be an obedient slave girl."Yes. Uh, no need to call me Mistress. It sounds kind of strange to me," she said. "My name is Helen, all right?" Yes, ma'am, Miz Helen," Shanika replied.Helen spoke to Yolanda, "I've arranged for a suite in the main house, can you have the. ."Truer words were never spoken. There just weren't many women who wouldfeel comfortable with Mama's eye-popping 48-24-42 physique and BarbieDoll mien, complete with prominent cheekbones, hyper-inflated lips andtwo-inch fingernails. When she corseted (and often did for the backsupport) her waistline approached twenty inches. Most people couldn'tunderstand how she could do the work she did with those Dragon Ladytalons. Knowing Mama as I did, I knew it was all a matter of practice;second nature. When I knew his fingers were above my panties, I pressed his hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. I kept moving his hand down until I could feel his finger tips just barely touch the top of my pussy lips. I pushed his hand down further. I couldn’t get his hand all the way between my legs under my panties so he could feel my pussy. My panties were too tight for both of our hands. Finally I felt him try to move his hand further down so he could find. She stirred again, her large bottom rubbing against his stiffy. He moved his hips under her weight. God, he wanted her right now. He hated to wake her, but he wanted to get her into bed and perhaps see if she would be relaxed enough to let him make her feel good.“Wake up, love. Let’s go to bed.” She turned her face into his chest, snuffling and making little happy sighs. He heaved them both up and off the sofa, and waited for her to get her balance, before leading her upstairs and onto their.