“Uhm yummy, you have to taste this Sask, she taste sweet” she said leaning forward to place the other finger under her friend’s nose. Saskia bro...e of trying to devourer Monica’s tongue to take the proffered finger.“Wonder how she tastes draft?” she mused “I don’t know about you but I’m feeling overdressed” at this she lifted her top enough to expose her large 32E breasts, encased in her white lacy bra. Emma grabbed one of Monica’s hands and placed it on her friends left tit, whispering all the. She shrieked in pain as she felt the belt hit her soft flesh. He continued to strike her, slapping her ass roughly with his belt. He watched as her ass went from a soft peach, to bright pink, and then finally settling on a deep shade of red, watching her skin raise. He knew she would be bruised for days; it would be painful for her to even sit. Yet he continued to strike her more. When he felt he’d done enough, he leaned over, and gently wiped her tears away from her face. “You want to be a. I always kept my cool during our disputes because I knew she was only waiting for me to make a mistake.My mistake was when I tried to defend our daughter Jennifer. Daughter, not son? That's right. Reaching puberty, little John felt more female than male and at the age of 18 decided to become Jennifer. When Jennifer presented herself, with her long black hair, tiny skirt and stockings, all dolled up like a cute tiny teen, I took her in my arms and told her that I was supporting her. I felt her. . no, not exactly. I'm just here to take your measurements, if that's okay with you?"She raised an eyebrow."You're asking me...?" Er, yeah. I wouldn't just jump you with a measuring tape, right?" I laughed, in a pathetic attempt at breaking the ice.But that shit was as tough and frosty as ever. But at least Hilde seemed to believe me. With a dismissive nod from the cow woman - I still didn't know what the fuck she even was - I stepped over to the height chart and asked her to place her back.