It is about 9 in the morning, and it being this early I was asleep like any normal weekend (given I didn’t have any assignments due for my classes).... I’m a pretty light sleeper, and any movement or sound on or around my bed would usually wake me up. My room isn’t that big, but what it doesn’t have in size it makes up in the things that are in it. The most important thing in this story is my four-post bed. But back to the story.So it is about 9 in the morning, Saturday, typical lazy day. But then. Lastly, her clit (still in the chastity device) and balls as well for her sex drive was kept intact, which made her and Paula happy. The latter didn't want a slave who lacked a sex drive, and she still wanted Samantha to fuck her one day.In terms of the legal stuff, she was officially a woman with her name changed and moved formally into Paula's house among the other legal stuff.Samantha was deep in thought as she got a fright by Paula's whistling."Oh sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you,". My heart leapt into my mouth as I turned and made direct eye contact with the old man seated at the bottom of the stairs, I then knew he had noticed my exposed views and I quickly turned and continued upstairs to an empty top deck of the bus.I sat right at the back of the bus and was just deciding how many stops I would travel when I saw the old man's head appear as he himself climbed the steps to the top deck. He cautiously approached and in a very gentle but excited voice asked, "May I sit. It was nearly 5 pm when we parted that day, she had a paper due and I had my own litany of unfinished business. It was an amicable parting, and I wished her well with her paper as she strode out of the building. I was back to enjoying the turn of her ankle, as she moved effortlessly down the marble entry. Her skirt played with my eyes as did her hips, what a dance of fabric. I did not allow myself to think about what such a body might look like, though any variety of nude figures, paintings and.