.not some tiny slip of a girl who didn't evenlook strong enough to lift a can of beer. The idea that I had become thissmall and weak girl was absolut...ly ridiculous."This isn't real," I told myself, trying to convince myself that this wassome kind of dream. However that thought went away after I pinchedmyself. "This is real..."I had no idea how long I just stood there, staring in the mirror andtrying to absorb what I saw. Then there was a loud pounding on thebathroom door as dad yelled,. There are still minerals there at the marked locations - enough to be a profitable venture. Set up costs will be high for conversion to modern mining techniques but very profitable, offsetting the cost.”“The Polokwane West mine on the adjacent property was a platinum mine. It was barely profitable in the glory days of the platinum market. The deposits were difficult to reach and so few of them. Testing proved there were no marketable minerals left in the mine or surrounding property.”“However,. I wanted to give him back some of my own medicine. With that now my mindset, I pulled my fingers from their sopping wet confines and slowly slid them up to my breasts. I teased my nipples leaving them covered with my juices, watching my husband, holding his gaze with my own. I shivered slightly as my sticky fingers rolled my stiff nipples, leaving them shiny and sticky. I then turned around, and brought my hands above my head and stretched. My breasts pulled up and my buns were drawn high as my. After a while my husband came out of the media room, come with me he said, and led me into the bedroom, what is going on I thought. There on the bed were some of my clothes, a blue see-thru blouse, a short kilt, suspender belt, stockings and stilettos. this is my first choice of birthday promise, I would like you to wear these for the rest of the afternoon and serve us guys drinks and snacks. But there are no knickers I said, I know he replied, you can't refuse - it was my birthday promise.He.