Sie war gerade mit Ihrer Ausbildung fertig geworden und war 1 Jahr jünger als ich. Sie arbeitete in einer anderen Dienststelle und ich kannte sie nur...vom flüchtig gesehen haben. Aber sie war mir aufgefallen, weil sie nicht so hässlich, wie viele andere Verwaltungsfrauen war.Sarah war ca. 1,70 m groß, blond und schlank. Irgendwann verschwand sie wieder von der Bildfläche. Wie ich hörte, war sie schwanger. Nichts besonderes. Später erfuhr ich, dass es keinen Vater gab - sie hatte sich, so wurde. I was about to turn and run when the book's open pages caught my eye -the title on one page read 'To Trap a Slave', and on the other 'ToRelease a Slave'. I leafed through a few of the pages, shocked to read'To Access a Slave', 'To Control a Slave', and more.Unexpectedly dextrous in those boots, the figure was up next to me in notime and began stabbing the page about releasing a slave with adesperate finger, the tight satin over the hands glistening in the lowlight and padlocks clacking. As it. I can't do that." "Please!" Tiffany pleaded. "I'll pay you anything! I'll... I'll doanything. Whatever you want. Just change me back. Please?" "Look, Tiffany... Terrence, this isn't like returning a toaster. Iexplained to you clearly what this would involve. You said it was whatyou wanted." "I know," replied Tiffany. "At the start it WAS what I wanted. It waswonderful to finally be a woman, to be so feminine and sexy. But then,I had to deal with all the day-to-day stuff, like my nails." . Shrugging the top off, my breasts were revealed to the crowd, hidden only by a thin lacy bra. For a moment I was puzzled by their size, but it was easy to shake that off. My tits were as big as Master wanted them to be, and that was the size they should have always been. My nipples were harder than they’d ever been before, and as I saw the corners of Master’s lips begin to curl up, I could feel them begin to ache, begging to be freed.They didn’t have to wait long - I was starting to get as.