"My hips were 36 inches and my waist were 28 inches, with Jane's brasize, she said, "I believe that a size 5-6 dress would fit, I haveanother idea and...we could be more accurate about the size if you areinterested."I asked, "What would that be?"She said, "If I measure your chest, and you are the same as yourgirlfriend, you could wear a bra with foam breasts then you could try onthe dresses, and really see if they would fit. That is if your size isa match, do you want to try?"I thought what a. To my left were two women, both bound in similar fashion as myself to large chairs with a cross beam on the back to secure our shoulders and elbows. These women also had leather strap gags in their mouths. Their hair was shorn and they were only wearing black knickers or small black bikini bottoms. If I had met either in a different situation, in a club or at a party, I might think them pretty, or even sexy. I then looked down at myself and saw I was similarly dressed. And whatever I was. I need to see her.” She sighed, apparently knowing that I wasn’t going to give this up. Finally relenting, she put me in a wheel chair and wheeled me to my sister’s room. My parents, Ash, M&M and Sammy were all there. Ash saw me come in first and ran over. She stopped short in front of me and kissed me deeply, climbing into my lap in the wheel chair. The nurse just sighed, knowing she was going to lose the battle again. It was slightly uncomfortable, but I wasn’t shooing her away. I needed some. "Suh, I do believe your impudent hand is resting on my nekid behind. Please move it, or I shall be forced to remove it."When I met Wendy, she was a thousand-dollar a night escort to support a life of pussy charity that took from rich whites with little dicks and gave to poor blacks with big dicks, what I called a Communist whore, but never to her face. Her motto was Karl's motto: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need. I thought that motto should read: From each.