The blouse'smaterial streched over the breast forms and accented the brown nippleson them. Pleased with the effect, she reached in the bag and took ou...the black spandex mini skirt that matched the top and stepped into it.She pulled the skirt up over her long smooth legs and pushed the sheertop's material down into the waist band.Her hands smoothed the short skirt as she sat down on the bed and beganto put on her high heels she had brought with her. They were blacksandals that laced up her. That place is pretty ritzy. Do you like it there?" I love it. I've always loved cooking and coming up with new recipes and my boss lets me tinker a bit sometimes. He even named one of the dishes I created after me." Really? That's cool. What's it called?" Quiche Suzanne." Suzanne laughed. "I know, pretty corny. I took a bunch of stuff that I thought would taste good together one day and made it into a quiche. Antoine loved it and now it's a featured item on the menu." I'm impressed." Don't be,. One of the last thingsshe would have ever wanted was a tattoo or her son to get one but allthat had changed. Even dating a man, no a boy not much older than herson, would have been totally out of the question as well. She wasconfused and angry at herself for not being able to control what washappening around her. Being a whore and helping her son become one aswell just didn't compute but she was helpless to stop any of it. All shecould do was silently scream in agony as events were forced. "You may undress for me now," I whisper, "slowly."One by one you unbutton your blouse, the light thin fabric gliding off your shoulders to land on the floor at your feet. You slowly lower your skirt to the floor bending over with your ass high and your back arched giving me a wonderful view of your beautiful physique. You wiggle your ass as you shimmy out of your panties, it wasn't necessary but you know I enjoy the show. Finally you step out of your shoes and stand before me, poised and.