She was definitely a smart one. I would have to thank her as soon as we were alone. ‘I am well, father. It is good to see you. Please sit down,’ ...I said, taking my seat. After we were comfortably nestled for our meal, I continued on. ‘So, father, what brings you to visit? How are Lillian and her little ones? It has been so long since I have heard from her.’ Setting down his tea cup, father looked over to me with an odd look of concern, something that I thought to never see on his face. ‘Your. These were not the tools of enslavement, but of consent to be George’s erotic canvas. Her body answered for her by means of a tingle of anticipation in the pit of her belly. ‘Okay,’ said Abby. Their next stop was the beauty salon. Britt was recognized here too. Britt and a pair of hairdressers gathered around Abby and deliberated earnestly, as an artist might before a blank canvas. Abby’s current style just wouldn’t do. They decided on a something radically different, something that would frame. “Yes what?” master demanded. She looked at him fearfully, but said nothing. “You will call me master, and my girl mistress, do you understand?” he demanded again. This time she answered correctly in a faint voice, “Yes master”. Master gestured to me, and looking at her said, “Your mistress will now continue stripping you, and you will not resist in any way.” He nodded to me, and I moved back to her, reaching to unbutton and unzip her jeans. I slid my hands down her sides and caught the jeans. Tristan'sface was now leaner and a few faint lines that would one day be full-fledged wrinkles pulled at the edges of her mouth. Her legs were longerand leaner than she had ever seen them, though without the heels sheknew she wasn't much taller than the 16-year-old version of herself.Her breasts were also larger and her cleavage was displayed even moreprominently than it had been in the tank top she had been wearing whenshe came into the dressing room. Her hair was fuller and looked to havehad.