He's obviously new to town and needs some guidance about good food ... Why'n'cha come set a spell, cowboy?" And she pushed the salt and pepper shakers... to the side to make room for me.I took up my soda and 'set' at her table for a spell. "Thanks. Open face roast beef, huh?" On Tuesdays. It's the special. If you hang around to Wednesday, I'll tell you about the meatloaf." She smiled. It was a good smile, one that crinkled her eyes and showed lots of even, white teeth. "I'm A.C. Wilson." She stuck. I was a bit angry upon him as he dint even fuck a single time that day…he came into my room and kissed me and said did u miss me..but i didn’t reply and went to the kitchen to serve him food. He came to the kitchen after changing his clothes and wearing just a Bermuda, caught me from my waist and started biting my neck and fondling my boobs…but I freed myself from his clutches and then served himDinner and went to my room again…after dinner he again came and said lets have a good fuck..my lund. ’ I sat back, thinking. I was drawn to this woman. I did not know quite why, although she was very lovely. I thought that she was not much older than thirty years. She was dark, southern in appearance, but much more refined and exotic, almost like an Egyptian queen in ancient history. There was a deep, golden cast to her perfect skin with very straight, long hair as black as coal. Her eyes were so dark, I was sure they were black as well. I had no choice. I would help this woman. ‘Signora. My feminine shape was plainly visible. Fortunately with the cold weather my tightly tailored jackets, while displaying my shape, hid the glimpses of my corsetry. Of course once inside, at a restaurant or church my jacket came off and my body restraints were there for all to see. Those who saw me regularly, neighbors and parishioners soon learned to ignore me or felt sorry for the boy in corsets. People in the streets either laughed or frowned at my plight.While my waist reduction was going,.