She could barely contain her sobs. Maria patted Jutta’s hand and left. At the apartment doors, she turned and said, “Don’t be a fool.” Jutta ...pent the next few days in her apartment. She wrote letters to her uncle which she promptly tore to shreds. She stared out at the ships coming and going in the harbor. She looked down at the canals. Eventually, she ventured out to the Count’s library and walked about the city. She thought of Amsterdam, less. She found she actually liked her apartment. “I can’t breathe!” she gasped.I stopped, but didn’t pull out of her. I didn’t know for sure, but I thought I was a little harder.I didn’t ask her if she wanted me to stop. I just gave her time to catch her breath. I couldn’t quite reach her nipples with my mouth, unless I withdrew, and I didn’t want to withdraw. Then a radical, brilliant idea popped into my mind.I talked to her about it.“I want to suck your nipples some more, but I’d have to take it out to do that. Can I put it back in. We can’t do it here too, my wife and my son will be here,” he said“Oh. So there’s no other way?” I asked with a sorry face“My old house is still unoccupied. I can have my driver drop you there. But you will have to wait for some time till I get there.”“As I said, a woman must wait for her man.”He smiled and kissed my lips.“Wait here, I’ll go and talk to your husband,” he said and went out. He came back after 10 minutes.“What happened? I was so freaked out,” I said as I hugged him.“I had to. My whole skin was supple, and had a motherly glow to it. Mybelly now looked as if I would be forever pregnant with my man's love.When I walked, I could feel my buttocks wiggle up and down, and sideways.I walked like a woman, sat like a woman, peed like a woman, gesticulatedlike a woman. Mustapha was particularly fond of my bottom, and I couldalmost feel his looks on it, his dark, piercing eyes caressing my buttcheeks. Deep down, I knew those looks foretold a long story. A story inwhich I would.