The House Mistress placed her left arm around the eighteen-year-old’s small waist and held her tightly against her silky blouse and black trousers.�...��Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”Another slow, and relatively light, visit from the House Mistress’ hand kissed Francesca’s rapidly reddening bottom. Miss Portman smiled as she saw the dramatic change in the colour of the girl’s bum cheeks after such a short space of time.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”Rachel tightened. “Don't want the bitch to move as we use her, and don't think you are going to get an easy ride, because you are not.”Janet felt a mixture of fear and excitement as the straps on her ankles held her legs apart. She badly wanted to rub her itching cunt, but with both arms held firmly by the stocks was unable to. For the first time in her life, she was completely in the sexual power of another person, and a stranger at that.Sarah took her time walking round Janet, studying her firm arse and. The week after, all my shirts changed to match the pants.Again, they weren't super feminine, but just enough that I knew they werenot the ones I had brought with me when I moved into my little suite.I wasn't really shocked when the next week I found bras in my dresserdrawer, but I was a little startled to realize I could definitely useone, as I had seemed to have sprouted breasts overnight.By now, you'd think I would be in total panic mode, but somehow, Iwasn't. I mean, I wasn't dancing up and. I don't know why, but I still had hope. She was wanting to hang out with just me and have some drinks together. Maybe this was my chance.I picked her up and we went to a local bar we frequent. We sat at the bar and had a few drinks, joking around, talking like normal. The weekend before didn't come up at all. We started flirting like we used to. She'd put her hand on my leg sometimes when laughing at a joke, or touch my chest. I thought, this is it. This is the night.There was a guy with a.