I gasped, looked at her in the mirror and her mouth was so close to my ear that when she spoke to me, it sent shivers down my spine.'Madam,' she said ...as she spoke by my ear, 'you now need to remove your bra so is can be sure you get the right cup size...' As she said this her thumb move up from the position by my breast across my nipple. I let out a small whimper. She removed the measuring tape and stepped back.I put my hands behind my back to undo the straps. 'No madam, do it this way'. She. "I am so happy you came." Good day to you, too," I replied.Dressed in running shorts and a tank top, she stood up and put her hand out to me. I gazed at her for a moment and admired the beautiful girl in front of me. Her dark skin glistened in the sunlight, her slight curves and lean body youthful and appealing. I reminded myself that she was only seventeen and reached my hand out to hers.Instead of a handshake, she took my hand in hers, moved close to me and spoke quietly in my ear."My mother. I was ambulatory, I hadn’t been there long enough for muscles to atrophy, although with what I think are stupid hospital rules, as a patient, I may not walk about, but I should rather have to suffer indignity and be transported everywhere by wheelchair, wherever I might wish to go.I returned to the coma ward, where I looked in on Barbara, I held her hand, while talking to her about getting better and coming into the real world and then we could go out, do things, I thought she might still want. What I did understand was that I wanted and desired to be a total slut for uncle Derrick. I wanted him to use me in any manner his wished for his sexual pleasure. There would be nothing I wouldn't do for him in bed, or any other place if came to sex. Why, I couldn't answer that, but it was something I was obsessed with.Six months later David and I got married, and that night as uncle Derrick danced with me, a dance just before the tossing of the bouquet and David removing my garter, I started.