Cassie caught them later that week. I was shocked. We arrived at the restaurant. Eve was waiting outside for me and walked over to my car as we got ou...t.“Bret, is everything alright? Who is this?”“Eve, this is Cassie. She’s a friend and she was in a car accident. She called for a ride. As we got comfortable at our table, Eve and Cassie started chatting like they were long lost friends. I guess it’s safe to say they will be talking a lot more. With any luck, they might just get together after. The restaurant was filled with strangers, but even if it were full of my friends, I wouldn't care. This was my baptism to the world of truly fat women."Let's get something sinfully fattening," she said with a coy smile, and a few minutes later a dessert cake called Death By Chocolate arrived with ice cream for her and a coffee for me. We had a strictly platonic conversation, although we both knew why we were suddenly sharing a table after all this time. When we finished, she said she knew I was. And his plans wereworking, slowly but surely. The typical evenings with Mistress Stephanie were either one of two ways:I was not seen at all OR I was MAID to please him in any way, shape andform. The most recent episode was truly humiliating and really enforcedwhat Mistress Stephanie wanted out of me.After making dinner, I was told to go upstairs and dress for the eveningactivities. I was shocked to see what had been laid out for me to wear. A complete outfit in super shiny pink vinyl!!!! I. Suspender straps ran from the garment down her plump thighsand were attached to black seamed nylon stockings. Her feet were shod inthe highest of high heels he had ever seen. The ensemble was completedwith bright red nylon panties.Pamela had on her usual lashings of makeup, this time very dark and Gothlike. Black eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, pale foundation and powder,but bright blush and bright red lipstick and matching fingernail polish.She wore a black wig and her hair was worn high almost.