'I only used the statue to produce the bodysuit. It's made to fit on you, of course.'******************Tony should have been appalled. If he'd underst...ood what she'd said, the bodysuit would fit on him, and make him look exactly like Carmine. A big, black woman with breasts the size of melons. How could he, a heterosexual male even contemplate donning the suit? How come he was staring fascinated by it, wondering just exactly what it would feel like to turn into a beautiful black woman?Their. My bum is glowing with his handprints and so sore as Master didn’t hold back. For a few minutes, I know he is admiring his work. Underneath me, I can feel that he has enjoyed it as something grows hard for me. I feel Master move and I panic as I think I’m going to fall but he holds me in his strong arms and throws me onto the bed opposite.I can’t move but am laying face down on the double bed. My mind races with what will be next. I can’t see anything but then I feel pain. Master is biting my. ..uh... also sort of hoped an Anthropologycourse or two might help me figure out how to get along withpeople better... you know, to not be such a _total_ geek."She grinned at his attempt to lighten things up. "But thenshouldn't you have signed up for one of the survey courses,something on social interaction? Instead of an advancedcourse on religious beliefs in primitive society?" No, that stuff is so trite. Pop psycho-babble I've heardbefore. But I'm interested in lots of things. ” “You want more sweet, little girl?” Perplexed, I lifted my fork and sliced into the table-dessert, “Mmhmm.” With the slightest bend of my back, I opened my legs a little wider, and I brought the fork full of goodness to my mouth. Perfectly prepared, the espresso-soaked ladyfingers and cocoa-dusted mascarpone dissolved on my tongue. Man-fingers teased and taunted my jewel until my single layer of cream inflated to double-stuff. With fork prongs dragging my bottom lip, I asked, “Let’s pay and.