We both spend a few minutes looking and then I realise I don’t need to be doing this, I have a slave!!!!! And I tell her that I’ll be sat in the s...un waiting for her to find it. At this point she grabs my arm and pulls me back, pleading that I let her off the rest of the day.As it happens, I wasn’t really into it anyway and had pretty much run out of things for her to do anyway, so when she suggested that if she showed me her “front bottom” we could call it quits for the day, I nearly choked!. ”She opens up the Notes app, creates a new note, and titles it “The First Day”.She starts to write about everything that has happened since she woke up that first day. She describes the chair she sat in. What she saw on the video screens. Even how she felt when the patch took hold of her and drove her to cum again and again.She writes for an hour, trying to get all the details of that first day down before it can slip away. She is halfway done with the first day’s experiences when the TV turns. She leans back into the corner, arms and legs draped like a sultan's favorite. Her body is voluptuous, her breasts large and sexily pendulous, with some serious fat pink nipples in large, pale surrounds. Her tummy is three soft rolls begging to be pinched and kissed. Her mons is covered in a forest of loose curls above a plump cunny shaved smooth, framed by fleshy white thighs. As I take her in, I decide I'm liking this plan better and better."You look absolutely delicious, Margie." Holding her. "Thank god! Your a lifesaver," he giggled. We sat in silence for a few moments and I noticed his gaze was in the direction of where I was sitting, perked on his passenger car seat."Looking for something?" I smirked."No," he replied shyly, "just you look really nice tonight, I've never seen you in a skirt." I was dressed in a black silk skater skirt which I wore with a pair of black vans and my denim shirt topped with a big gold necklace."Oh god!" I blushed, not knowing how to reply to the.