But she knew that she wasn't always the pretty,pretty girl that she was now. Somehow though, Master Carl knew. AndMaster Carl helped her become that... pretty, pretty girl. Step by step.The details of those steps blurred but the highlights did stand out.Lisa happily remembered when she first started hearing those quiet littlevoices agreeing with her that she really was a sissy fucktoy. It wasshortly after she'd first met Master Carl and he'd let her listen to someof the motivational "books on. After some chit chat she offered me tea and some snacks she was dressed nicely and looking attractive.Frank discussion was going b/w us and I praised her beauty and sexyness openly and she liked it also andThen she said that : yarr tum bhi tu itny hot ho .. Main ny kaha ky thnx for your compliments… tu uss ny kaha k mujh m kia zaida pasand hy tum ko? Main ny kaha ky sach I main yarr ur boobs are supreme.. Tu she laughed and said acha uss time us ka dupatta half cover kia huwa tha uss ka chest. They reached the end of the administration hallway and parted. ‘I’ll call you later,’ he said as a farewell. ‘You promise?’ she mock-pouted. ‘Everything I say to you is a promise.’ ‘Lucky me,’ she answered, her whole body briefly shivering. * * * Jack was right, Alan realized. His initial efforts at control and been clumsy and badly thought out. He had pacified Chad that day at his house, but his simple commands did not prevent Kate’s boyfriend from blabbing to his counselor. Instead of going. Her chest rose up and down slowly, the fabric of her faded blue sundress stretching hopelessly against her ample breasts, under his shades his eyes took in her curves, even more perfect than the ones on his heaven highway, as if drafted by artists with precision instruments, her hips turned out, her waist tapered in, not sharply, but softly, womanly. It was right. He kept his glance sweeping down, her creamy white thighs poking out beneath the sundress, ending in a pair of slightly worn tennis.