Mistress clips a pink leash to my pink rhinestone collar and gets in, giving the leash a jerk to pull me in after her. Her driver, an enormous black m...n named Ernie, closes the doors for us and then slides behind the wheel. “Frank’s,” is all Mistress Angela has to say to him, and we head into town.It’s Saturday, but I’m not really aware of that. Days mean nothing to me, nor does the time of year. I exist solely for the pleasure of Mistress Angela, so there is no need to mark the days of the. I dunno, I just never went for a walk on them." Jordan said."Well, you're not alone. I suspect that most of the folks around here have never been out here. Instead of walking or running here, they pay big bucks to go to the gym to exercise. That doesn't make any sense to me." I said as I smiled at Jordan.Over the next hour or so we walked around the trail that I usually take. Since this was my regular route I'd seen some of the small animals that lived in the area and I was able to point some. It embarrasses me now to think of the hours I spent in front of the mirror admiring the new fullness of my breasts, the waspish size of my waist, and the full and erotic curve of my hips or the hours afterwards when I would reprimand myself for my hideous depravity. My breasts were probably a little too large for my frame, but it really didn’t matter because I was also painfully shy from early years of being ‘plain’ and so intrinsically fearful of ‘damnation’ as well, that in public, I took. ''I wouldn't want to go either, but grandma isn't too well, and I might not have many chances left to see her,'' she explained.She held me tight and we kissed. Suddenly she broke away, and began digging through the side pockets of her bag for something.''I want to show you something,'' she said.She showed me a small, light blue cardboard box, and opened it. Inside was a blister pack of tiny pink pills with a little letter Y on them. Half of what had been maybe thirty pills were missing. Then it.