Anne was thinner after two years, a little too thin. She wore no makeup and her hair looked stringy, just tied back out of the way, a sharp difference... from the carefully cared for look I remembered. All in all, she looked like hell.Anne’s unswollen eye widened as she saw me. While the children had seen the scars and damage to my face when my brother had brought them out, I’d simply refused to see or talk to her again after the injury. Part of that was to buy time. She had known me too well. So. Her breasts swung downwards. I could now see her cunt more clearly; it was very small and neat, dry looking, its lips closed tightly.I swung my open palm hard against her right tit, then the left with all my strength. She howled with pain and shock and began gasping for breath. Tears were streaming down her face. With my face close to her ear I snarled, "Bitch! When I said I would slap your tits I meant it. When you're told to do something, do it! I always keep my promise, whatever it is!" Her. I could still wearthem inside my bra, but I guessed it would not be quite the same.I watched myself in the mirror as I walked to and fro in bra, knickersand stockings. I realised that the weight of my boobies meant that Ipushed my shoulders a little further back to compensate; this had theeffect of thrusting my bust forward even more. And in my heels, my backwas quite arched - emphasising my bum at the back and my tits at thefront. Delicious. If only I had the key to the chastity...The hours. I peered at Lexi and nodded, remembering her sordid command.I closed my eyes and buried my nose in the space behind Lexi's toes, smothering myself in her foot and breathing deeply. It was unfathomable, utterly overwhelming, more intense than anything I'd yet experienced. My pussy roared and stars exploded in my vision. I lost control, planting frantic kisses on the young woman's sole, pulling her toes into my mouth, sucking them with a hunger that had no precedent. I licked my way along her.