I can't walk through the frozen food section without my nipples pushing out and being very obvious to everyone. My waist and hips have the right dimen...sions. My ass isn't flat but nicely rounded. I've been patted a few times by men who are appreciative. I don't condone such behavior and a stinging rebuke has brought forth apologies.My legs are, what I feel, my best asset. They are long and slim, like a ballet dancer's legs, strong yet so feminine. I like the look of them when Jack and I are. Then she pulled on a skin-tight black knit skirt that left nothing to the imagination. A pair of sexy red strappies with four-inch chrome heels and dazzling gold earrings dripping with diamonds completed the outfit. Surveying herself in the mirror she decided she looked good enough to eat. She had the figure of a goddess and the face of an angel. Her long, auburn hair hung in riotous curls to her firm buttocks. She smiled at the reflection and almost felt sorry for the poor son-of-a-bitch. He. . Master" she begged, her voice hoarse and with hardly any air to carry it. She would have blushed at calling him master, if she hadn't been so winded. He did not seem to react, and she kept bending and stretching for a whole minute longer, before she heard him bark "stop".She was gasping for breath now, and she was starting to feel ridiculous for simply complying with his every command. He had not threatened her with anything specific, and She was no longer tied up. She knew she would not. Got to go now. Ahhh ... yes ... There!"Sandra rested motionless on Derek's fingers. She felt her juice running down the inside of her legs. A little aftershock of a shudder ran up her spinal cord. She leaned over and kissed Derek hard on the lips."Thank you, Derek. You really know how to make a girl feel good. We have to do it for real next time. On a real bed where you can make me be really bad."Derek laughed and said,"I would do it upside down on a merry-go-round with you, girl!"For reasons.