The other students filtered in, some stopping to say "Hi", as they remembered me from middle school. I noticed one particularly striking tall brunette... with long straight hair falling from the sides of her head, and led your eyes pointing to her ample chest. She was wearing a beautiful blue cotton pull-over shirt with a neck line that dropped down between her breasts. The blue color of her shirt match perfectly with her eyes. I don't think I have found a woman that I have ever described in such. I pick up the call and it is Marta my best friend. As she is talking to me I glance at myself in the mirror. I was always too modest to stare at myself in the mirror but while she babbled on I was noticing just how cute I was. I got her off the phone finally and walked away from that blasted mirror shaking my head in disgust. In that very same moment I walked back and took a better look at myself. I was a young 23 years old married to a great guy and I just wanted to see what he saw in. "However, if you pout and act out, you will fail to bring in the reserveminimum bid, and then we shall have to move you on to the other, and fardifferent, auction. In some ways I suspect Step-Mummy Dearest wouldprefer it that way. Certainly your step-sister does!It's your choice my dear! Lord only knows what those horrible men do tosissies in those filthy seaport bordellos. Alas," she sighed for effect,"no sissy has ever returned to tell us."So, hunny-bunny, you will be well advised to get up. “I’ve already diminished myself. I’m weaker in power than I was when I first met you. I’ve already screwed things up, so I might as well do it right.” Her expression shifted with her decision. She was going to do something.I braced myself, not sure what to expect. “Do what right?”She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she looked at me again, all the tension flowed out of her body. She said, “You,” under her breath and then closed the distance between us quickly.I stumbled over the.