“Little Princess, Patricia right? I like all the children but for you it is different. You are like my first wife Greta. She was so happy and shaped... nice and round just like you. All these other girls need to eat something and get some meat on their bones.”That made her giggle right out loud because he seemed so serious about everything.Besides, she liked the fact that he thought she was perfect and not a person that needed to be changed to become like everybody else. Maybe she wasn’t that. ? She will also complete her dailyexercise regime as she is unhappy about her stomach being 'squiggy' and at notbeing able to wear her corset for a whole evening.? She will try to ensure that her body is inbetter shape for Master by next weekend.?Likewise she will work hard on the tops of her thighs to ensure thatthat there will be no unsightly bulge should Master require her to wear her newjeans. Thankyou Master for allowing Cum Girl to own a pair of jeans, she knows that theyare not. Orange finished her drink and stood up. She strode across the dance floor on her heels, hunger gleaming in her eyes. I smiled as she approached and held out my hand. Her warm fingers grasped my hand and I pulled her close. She swayed before me as I writhed in Diane's arms, a beautiful goddess. Her breasts swung in her bra beneath her transparent blouse, her sleek thighs gleamed with sweat in the pulsing lights of the club, her orange hair waved as her head rolled side to side. Orange's face. "He thinks for a minute. "Yeah, makes sense. So what happened?" "Well I never thought you'd do anything about it… There was that night when we were in your basement until like five am listening to records and all we did was talk. Never thought you were into it." "Really." "Really!" "Well, shit." I look at him. "What?" "I never thought you were into it! And you're so damn…. I dunno… I was scared you'd slap me if I ever tried anything--" I slap him on the arm. "Ohh you're so funny," he mocks..