She ignored the eyes of the women around her. While every one was different, she was more so, shape fleshier, more muscular. Darker. Shanna stood stil...l, enjoying the feel of the warm breeze flowing over her skin, nipples hardening on breasts no longer encumbered by tight cloth and armor. Armor with built in padding. That's what she needed. Comfort and support.Heh. That's how she could make her living: designing modern bras for these people.Shanna climbed back up onto the bank, grabbing a towel.. “ I know you’ve been sleeping with my daughter, young man.”Poor Kevin panicked. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. D! She’s just so pretty! And I really love her…” his words trailed off.“I know. But if you’re going to be making love to my daughter you’re going to have to do a lot better job than you’ve been doing, my dear boy.” With that I dropped my robe to reveal a freshly showered and shaved woman. I crawled into bed next to him. He was completely paralyzed with fear and had no idea what to do.I’m still in. The worst was the full and heavy breast forms glued onto my chest,which moved as I tried to catch my breath. I was the total picture was of a verywhat any man would want in a woman. I then remembered that a tampon was buriedin my anal cavity and I began to cry, knowing Diana was right. I was completelyunder her control and my days as a man and her husband were over.Diana loosened the lacing on the rear of the corset and unhooked it once thegarters were released. She removed it from around my. ” Laura mused, giving my leash a light tug, setting my feet in motion once more, whimpering as the sensation of fingers in my pussy suddenly stopped. “Whores are only good for one thing, isn’t that right?” I nodded, unsure if the question had been meant for me or for Mistress Laura. Either way, I knew the answer and agreed whole heartedly with it. Whores were good for fucking. Well, sucking too, but I thought it wise not to contradict the girl who held my fate in her hands. “Through here.” .