Then everything snapped back to normal. A.J. frowned and sat up from his bed, feeling much better. It took him a moment to realize that there was a we...ight on his chest. He looked down and then stared at the breasts that pushed out from the front of a pinkish T-shirt that obviously belonged to a girl. A quick glance revealed that the rest of his clothes, not to mention his body also belonged to a girl. "What the hell?" A.J. gasped, frowning at the fact that he didn't feel anywhere near as. After driving a couple hundred feet down the road, she scooted over to me and said, "You were wonderful, Steven." ... And, the Oscar goes to, Emily Bradshaw, for an actress in a leading role." Do we have time to go to your place and fuck?" she asked."Why don't we go back to that same Victoria's Secret and find something that will pass the 'parent test?' If we have time we can have some fun, all right?"We got to the store in record time, Karen was there and waited on us, "Back already?" She's. She didn't think of them as guests but more as a lower level of slave. This way she would be a master in some matters. She was also curious of the specific instructions I had been given but I kept them secret. She was still a slave and I had to remind her of that for her own enjoyment.We got inside the main doors of the hotel fifteen minutes early and I spotted four of the women from the night before sitting on some comfortable furniture but they looked nervous. They had not seen us arrive and. Her sleek tanned legs were bare below white linen shorts that the churchwomen thought too short. Her bra, and Reverend Trent was relieved to see she was wearing one, was faintly outlined under a pale yellow sleeveless blouse that buttoned up the front. The snug blouse left no doubt that here was a young woman with lovely firm breasts. She was sylph-like, her ebony black hair cut short in lengths, her lithe body moving in a way that caught a man’s eye and held it. And when a man saw her deep.