At some point I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was light outside. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Then he came back, untied me from t...he radiator, and took me to the bathroom. He had only untied my legs. He pushed me down onto the toilet and stood there until I had finished. Then he wiped me and took me to the kitchen. He tied my legs again and went to make breakfast. When it was ready, he brought me a plate of food and set it in front of me. I just sat and stared at it as he. 34B-24-36 were exactly my stats. I was pretty famous for my round huge butt and perfect curves, which I never liked. My friends use to tease me saying that I had the perfect body for any guy to die for but I looked too innocent.Few girls were even jealous of me. They also like the little amount of fat near my tummy area. As I studied in a girls college, I had many nicknames. Thunder thighs, curvy bitch, solid booty, snow white, innocent queen, etc were few of my very famous nicknames. But still. All kinds of thoughts went through my mind about possible scenarios. I wish to thank Enbreeze for her thought provoking story and for a motif that suits me well. I hope that my offering here will do justice to the universe that she has created. Positive (or not) feedback may encourage me to write a few more.An offering to the Flower Girl Universe created by Enbreeze. The first paragraphis an excerpt from Ine's Bouquet 1 The Beginning, by Enbreeze.A Heart of GoldBy Donna Allyson"Your name is now. The only problem was that I noticed Helen had milked a good bit of pre-cum out which now was visible though the gray fleece material. I managed to get up from the table after coffee hiding my little issue as I said my good nights and headed for my room. My s****r was the last and she gave me a gentle peck on the cheek saying goodnight and that it was fun having me back home. She then said, ‘See you for breakfast.’ and winked at me. I went upstairs locking my door behind me and headed directly.