She was about to start asking, “So about last night—”But she was cut off, “You must be famished, and now that you know my name—ah there.” ...ight on cue, a lovely latino woman in a maid’s uniform walked in carrying a tray with two plates of sliced fruit and some sort of ruffled sweet buns. Wordlessly, she set them down before the nearly chatting pair.“As I was saying, now that you know my name perhaps you’d like to have breakfast with me,” he finished with a smug smile.After a pause she consented. She had a slim figure and particularly attractive legs which, I had been disappointed to note earlier, where clothed in a business trouser suit. She was born and brought up in the East End of London, left school at sixteen and made a great deal of her life. I admired her determination to do well. Although my life had taken a different course, and I had been to university, my father worked on a factory assembly line, my mother in a newspaper chain, so our origins weren't that different. Again,. Since my dress and lounging shoeswere similarly affected, I also chose a couple pairs of women's loafersand they fit very well also. She advised me to only buy one pair andsee how I liked them. Good advise. So now, with my new sized clothing,I felt a little better but the staff did notice the change in my dutyshoes. One of the D.A.s just said, "cute" and that was the last of it.I continued to shrink. For some reason, I had let my nails grow out alittle more and had given myself a. While they seem focused and serious from the outside, Livia understood their situation very differently; viewing it from the position of a kneeling slut, she could already diagnose their pent-up lust from afar, their long and experienced but seemingly lonely rods pulsing with blood.They were in dire need of a woman, and Livia felt very generous today, taking them in pity. Mark, the youngest of the group, was the last one to receive her graces; he discovered it when he suddenly felt her gentle.