It wasn't really a kiss, but abrushing of our lips. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended i...nto her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style, reached out and merged with hers.Continuing to hold eye contact, Mistress leaned down andlightly pushed me to the floor. I fell back in a timelessrapture.. As I crossed the age spotted floor, I watched the slim, but buxomy waitress walking towards me, her hand balancing a tray full of shot glasses. Her simple shirt, tied in a knot under her breasts, was emblazoned with the bar’s obnoxious logo in a shocking blue. She smiled, despite the dulled tried look in her eyes and began to speak, perhaps to ask me for what I would care to drink. Then she shuddered, those exhausted eyes fell away from my face, her whole body shook in fear. I grinned and. ’ The staffer, who apparently is a huge fan and outspoken defender of the younger DeLoie, pointed out the post and her mother. The cops were called, and the mother was arrested, which was interesting, to say the least. By the time she was dragged out of the restaurant, we got a camera there, and caught the following...”“So who was Corinne DeLoie in the restaurant with?” Harvey spoke up after the enlightening clip.“Her longtime friend, Mattson Childers.” Charlie this time.Everyone laughed.. Yet, when it came to sex she was open, yet guarded.She didn't like how her body, she had all these self image issues, and yet she was a stunning voluptuous bbw. She even once to me she did not like the term BBW. In her mind the BBW was associated as sex terminology and she didn't like that her body type was associated as a sex symbol and also due to the fact that many men had taken advantage of her at a young age and used her for sex, thus screwing her up emotionally (yeah thanks assholes). I.