A moment passed before she spoke.“It likes me?” she asked, her voice sounding tiny and insecure. Jeff nodded.“It won’t eat me?” she asked, s...ounding the same; maybe a little louder and less terrified.“No, it won’t eat you, Goddess,” Jeff was laughing out loud, now. He hugged her, laughing. This amazing, indestructible goddess could be terrified of things unknown, just like everyone else.Béla gently disengaged herself from her consort’s condescending embrace, embarrassed by her reaction to this. Ellen said she could catch a ball without one. Terry explained that it would mess with the boys. My cousins found Ellen some of the boy’s clothes she could borrow since they were about the same size anyway. A loose t-shirt and a pair of the boy’s shorts made the boys look more like a girl than her since Ellen liking short hair.We headed down to the park, and there was a group of boys wanting to have a pickup game of baseball but needed more players. They were happy to see Terry’s brothers, but. ‘I feel bad about that. I should report you, you know, tell them you’re the one who’s hacking our bank, but then you’d go to jail.’ She pushed a strand of black hair out of her face. Her hair was everywhere. Eric had ruined the perfect French twist her long, straight hair had been bound up in, not to mention busting the seams at the back of her emerald green dress suit when he’d roughly pushed the material up over her hips only minutes before.‘Please don’t come to my workplace to fuck me. The large woman assumed a more dignified air as she removed the coat, slowly and deliberately, so that I might view her thigh length boots, red satin panties and corset, and huge globular breasts; her 50 plus year old body resplendent, a superbly dominant woman. She smiled wickedly at me as she toyed with the leash.“Have you broken him yet Elaine?” Not only did I now know my Mistress’s first name, I also had my predicament confirmed; my balls tingled as I awaited her response.“Not yet; he may.