Takes the knickers! Shit! they were expensive!! Waitress returns carrying dessert menus, blushing to the root of her hair. She can’t be much more th...an eighteen, stammering, not meeting my eye, looking at my woman like she’s hoping she’ll save her from an awful fate. The yearning ‘help me, help me’ look.We finish our meal, leave a bigger than normal ‘you poor thing’ tip and head for our room. We manage the lift before my tongue is down her throat, my hands inside her wraparound, fingers slipping. ? You gaze into the sink. ?you consider THIS clean???Mistress i ?? before i can finish You reach across and slap me hard. my head swingsside to side quickly from the impact.?Were you about to speak back to me?? You say through gritted teeth.?Of course not Mistress.? i mumble quietly.?Go get your list of indiscretions. Add sub-par work and talking back to it. When W/weengage in your next punishment session these will be addressed.? You say in a smoothvoice.i continue to stare at the floor.?I am. "On second thought, you won't have to tell me. I'll smell when they're finished."She turned and walked out, the twin mounds of her ass rotating like pillows in a dryer.This is crazy, Arnie thought. She just ate enough donuts to fill up a horse, and yet she wants more. How can that be? Arnie wasn't a believer in magic or the supernatural, but he was starting to think there was some drug in that flour, something that made people hungry.He decided to try the flour himself. He went over to the. "Are you nuts? Did you see Mike? You want to beturned into a sexed up bimbo?" You don't have to go that far," Aaron said. "You said you typed'doesn't mind going out with scientists'. Therefore some aspect of mental change must have occurred for that to become true! We'll justtry something basic."Aaron hadn't actually answered James' question, because in truth hewouldn't have minded being turned into a sexed up bimbo. He had alwaysbeen taken with the idea of trying things from the other side..