Message-ID: <6279eli$9802201547@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: bromo@flashnet.it (Vittorio Barabino) Subject: Heather 19/27 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Face: 1-'jReO2;(p9X]k78K$oyCd=[6-m^b/pxoT[|~r?!}IFsAnjI(#.\js2/1K(d pKos=(tP\tuE7eu>egrsHafY&DG'Th25>`Zn8<&-%75m,bA}$N*?XR]l^u@4wM Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <1d4qsce.ahxt3s1ipssr8N@ip049.pool-17.flashnet.it> HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19A BY "RAMAPO" It was the fourth day at the new internship job and Amy, her manager for the term, suggested lunch. The firm was unusually busy, and Amy was really pressed for time to get a presentation together for a key account on the following Monday. So far, Heather barely had had time to learn where to hang her jacket and go to the bathroom. But, she didn't mind a bit, because she and Amy had hit it off immediately. Amy was Heather's height with very dark hair which was always perfectly in place. She had a beautiful face, the highlight of which were her dark, luminous eyes that seemed to go soft and a bit, unfocused from time to time. She also had a full, slightly wide mouth capped with swollen lips. In spite of her very professional dress and demeanor, her overall appearance was attractive in the extreme. Although she wore expensive, very conservative suits, perfectly cut and hung, Heather's knowing eye detected the very full, wide-set breasts swelling from the ribs, just barely hidden by her arms, clearly being carried high, but restrained and pushed just-so, the clothing line not being broken, but every rare once in a while, suddenly making their presence known if you were looking in just the right place. Narrow high waist, flaring to full hips, nicely disguised by careful selection of skirts and, appearing below the modest length skirt, straight, very long legs in silk stockings and high heels. Heather was picking up the details of her job very quickly, and had already begun to make some suggestions about the presentation, quickly taking over the computer job of creating the screens and slides. Her vast resources at the school helped her find some unusual backdrops and backgrounds, and filters to process certain objects with very unusual effects. The presentation had begun to take on a very sensual undertone, which stuck Amy as just the grabber she was looking for, as the client marketed many different women's clothing lines and lingerie. The previous account associate, a guy with a supposed inside track to the top, had failed to produce the presentation and dumped the entire thing on Amy just as Heather had arrived, fresh from personnel. In a bit of very frank discussion, Amy had revealed to her that she was sure the guy just wanted a good reason to get her fired, even if it meant loosing the account to make it happen. She was sure he and others were plotting this to give them a reason for not promoting her to executive. This lunch was the first time they really had to talk about anything other than work. Amy kept looking at her slyly over lunch, but Heather caught her from time to time. As dessert came, she began, somewhat tentatively. "You are very bright and a fast learner and you could do well in business. But we must do something about your, well, your clothes. I hope you don't mind my being so blunt." "Well, I'm still in college and don't wear much except jeans and sweatshirts most of the time. I have some nicer things at home, but never needed to wear them." Hell, she thought, half my friends don't want me wearing anything, most of the time, and they never complain about how I look! "No, not church clothes, or party dresses. That's not what I mean. You must look very professional, especially as a woman. You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. You have a wonderful, almost too full figure, and in these clothes, it is there for all to see. But at work, you must not let such things get in the way of business. And it will. Men. And women, too," she glanced into Heather's eyes and smiled, "will be quite distracted. We are all human. We all have our desires and needs. The sex drive is very, very strong and affects people all the time without them knowing it. No, you must be a sexy woman at all times, but always appear the professional at work. You must be sexy for yourself, even erotic if you like, but hide it from others during work. It is the only way to keep everyone's attention on the business." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress improperly. I'll go home and..." "No. No. You think I'm criticizing your clothes. I'm not, not in the sense of you being just anyone. You will do much better than most, you have the mind and intelligence for it, and the energy. But, right now, just starting out, and as anyone would expect, you dress like all the other women in the building. And for the everyday work girl, without a real future, that is fine. But you can do much better. After lunch, we will steal an hour and I will walk you around and introduce you to all the women who have aspirations to get ahead in the business. Then, we will go back to my office and you will tell me what is wrong with their clothes and dress. Remember what I said about distractions." For the first time in her life, Heather felt like her body might not be right, not be acceptable to others. She loved her body, but right at this moment, Amy might be telling her something else. Amy seemed to sincerely want to get her point across. On the surface, it seemed an obvious point to make. Sex in the office was in the magazines and news all the time. On the way back to the office, Amy quietly mentioned that she had made an appointment for Heather at a specialist in lingerie and another at a shop that custom made business suits for women. For the outside appearance to be so controlled, the undergarments must be just so, able to be sexy, free, but controlled in special ways that normal bras, or panties, or pantyhose could never hope to achieve except by occasional accident. Instead of coming to work first thing, she was to first go to the lingerie shop. Amy then stopped on the sidewalk. "The lingerie shop is run by Jan Fleming. She is a genius at, well, very special undergarments, as you will soon see. To fit you, you will have to completely undress. Is that a problem?" "No. It seems there is no other way to be fitted for those!" "And, she takes many measurements, some a bit unusual, and will mold your body so she can have a bust to work with when you are not there. The mold process is also a bit unusual. It does not hurt in the least, but..." "OK." "And I should warn you that Jan is a bit aggressive, I mean she is attracted to some of her clients, and can be a bit pushy about it." "I think I can handle her." "Jan has a sister, Enid. Enid is not in the business, but Jan and Enid live together above the shop. You will have complete privacy, but Enid occasionally comes down and hangs around. Jan will make her leave if you find her presence uncomfortable." The tour of the building took about forty five minutes and they met and talked with six other women. Then they went back to Amy's office. "OK, you remember what I told you about how you must look professional and not let your sexiness intrude into the work. Tell me what you saw." Heather began to describe visible cleavage, one woman was bra- less. She didn't need a bra for support, but her nipples were just faintly visible as bumps through her jacket. One skirt too high, one skirt the right length, but cut up the side quite far. One woman sat and her skirt pulled up just a bit high. One woman was wearing very expensive lingerie, probable a teddy, and the intricate lace was visible through the blouse. Amy finished the critique. Long hair worn loose, lipstick too bright, one outfit just a bit too tight. Visible panty lines on one woman when she walked away from them. One outfit was badly wrinkled in the back. One woman's shoes needed polish badly. "So, " Amy finished, "some were too sexy or to obvious, some sloppy, some just poor taste. And all of it is a distraction, no matter if a small distraction. And tomorrow, each will have some other distraction to divert attention. Some are doing it on purpose, some are just not aware. You must ALWAYS be aware each day before you leave the house, and fix anything that is wrong. Then, with the right clothes, hair, and makeup, you can basically forget it for the day. I know from personal experience that things go much better when you get it right. And it in no way prevents me from being erotic, or expressing myself, if a bit more privately. I can allow myself to be very aroused, even to the point of orgasm, or even orgasm in the right place, and you could not tell." "Now, go into my private bathroom, look in the full-length mirror and tell me what you see." It was a surprise. Heather always prided herself on looking good. But now she wondered, good for what? "Hair long, pulled back, but some loose and flying around a bit. Lipstick just a bit too bright and not on completely evenly. The full swell of my tits very obvious through the blouse, with it being pushed out of shape and stretched a bit. Skirt too short and the hem not completely straight. Just of hint of panty lines and my stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe good for tennis?" And they both laughed. Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. "If we were at a movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and smell (she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of her neck. A thrill went down her back.) wonderful. I admit I have a hard time not watching you as you walk." She stood back. "And that is a problem here. Not out there. Here, I can't afford to get wet between the legs every time my beautiful assistant leans over, or jiggles as she walks, or lets me see her pussy when she sits. I must shock you, talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that you can control the effect you are having on the people around you. Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an effect. Frankly, I love the erotic way you make me feel when I look at you, but it is too distracting." Heather turned to face her. "I'm sorry if I have made you distracted. I will do better. I promise. I like the work... and I like you a lot... and..." "Tomorrow, you go get fitted. In the meantime... " she reached over and pushed the door shut. "Take off the bra and let me suck you. I'll never get any work done until I have you." Heather suddenly realized how much she wanted her as well. Eager hands pushed her blouse open as buttons were eased out of the garment, and the two hands filled with her breasts, still encased in the white cotton bra, then, the bra clasp released and Amy pushed the cups up and off and leaned down and her full, red lips parted and she took the already hardening tip of her right breast into her mouth and closed around it. Heather's eyes went closed and her hand caressed the back of Amy's neck. Amy pulled the full breast into her mouth and her rough tongue lashed the now turgid, inch long nipple, and growing. They both groaned and Heather felt her cunt go wet. Amy switched tits and Heather's belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on fire. Heather reached to take Amy's jacket off her shoulders but Amy pushed her hand away. "I can't afford to get messed up. Let me do this. I can get off on tit sucking alone. And I'll teach you how, later..." Her mouth filled with nipple. It was torture. Heather was having a hard time standing. They backed to the wall and Amy pushed both full breasts, with their cock like nipples standing up, together and sucked them hard. Heather moaned, gasped and started to pant. "Oh. OH. My pussy is wet. That is so NICE! Suck me, oh Amy. It hurt's. No, suck, suck me. Both, suck both. OH, OH. I'm going to come!" It was more a groan of surprise than a sentence. She had only once before cum from this activity alone, and then it was quite painful. Amy, the long nipple now deep in the back of her throat, slipped her hand down the side of her skirt and into a hidden pocket. At the bottom was the gold ring attached to the taut gold chain that ran down her now pulsing belly and disappeared into the very lush forest of hair guarding her pussy. Inside, her straining clit, swollen and standing rigid like a small cock, had another very small gold ring securely wrapped around and clipped to it's base. As her finger found the gold ring in the pocket and began a quick series of tugs, her own lust soared. Heather was shaking and moaning louder. "Yesssss. Ohhh. Yess....Oh. Oh." Amy suddenly grunted and pulled very hard on the turgid flesh as her head bucked back. Her orgasm was sudden and quite intense. Heather's own lust responded to the sudden jerks and she exploded again. "Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn... Ungh. Ungh." She was shaking and trembling. Another wave hit her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" It was a hiss of unleashed passion. Amy's finger twitched rapidly and another orgasm built and released. Her cunt filled with come and her pussy was on fire. In seconds, another orgasm hit her so hard she released the two overworked boobs and pressed face first into Heather's cleavage, dazed for the moment. Heather felt her trembling in her arms. After several minutes, Amy backed away and they both just stared in slightly dazed satisfaction at each other. There was chemistry here on a level Heather had never experienced before. In spite of having just had two very intense orgasms, she was surprised to find she was immediately horny again and would welcome more activity. Heather said, "I see what you mean about it getting in the way of work. God, you could suck me like that all day! That was great!" She reached out for Amy, who had back up a bit and now stayed out of reach. Amazingly, only Amy's lipstick was just a bit smeared and she soon put that to right. Heather's breasts were tinged red and pink from the eager assault. And her nipples were still tingling. "Yes. But we must work. Tomorrow you go get fitted." But her mind didn't clear all afternoon. Heather would be a problem, she decided. A sweet, delicious problem to be solved over the summer. Just the thought of Jan fitting Heather and knowing what was about to happen got her hot again, and she reached for her pocket. She already knew she'd have to change the absorbent pad between her legs shortly. In the morning, Amy slipped down to Jan's just before they opened and was let into the back room, behind a wall. A wall with a very small hidden camera and a TV on the other side. Heather was on time and Jan introduced herself. A short woman with a nice figure and short hair, she said she was expecting Heather and they went to the back room and locked the door. Jan started. "We do not sell lingerie from the rack. We make everything custom to the exact measurements of the customer. Amy has informed me as to the items you will need. There may be some optional things you will prefer, but you can discuss that with my sister Enid later if you like. Do not worry about the bill. Amy will have her firm pay for everything as part of the cost of some proposal you are working on. I am to bill her for these things as "Visual Aids"! They both laughed. "First, you must undress. Just place your things over there. Then, I will take measurements. They must be very exact, of every aspect of your body, and very complete. I will not hurt you, but you may find some of the measurements a bit stimulating. That is a necessary part of getting a correct fit." By then Heather was undressed. Jan looked her over very carefully, walking around her. Suddenly, Heather felt Jan's tits press into her back and her two hands reached between Heather's arms and lifted her tits slightly. The fingers began to manipulate her nipples, which grew in length as they always did. After almost five minutes, Heather was very aroused, but Jan then stopped and quickly measured the straining nipples for length and diameter, whistling out loud as she did. They were the longest she had ever seen, and were going to be a big challenge. She measured the distance from the nipple to her waist and, just as suddenly, ran a finger into Heather's now damp box and found the semi-swollen head of her rising clit and stoked it. Heather jumped and gasped. "Quite a little man you have there." Her surprised look grew as the clit stretched out even further and now she was stroking it like a slim cock. Heather was almost fainting and an orgasm began to rapidly build. But just as soon as it was obvious it had reached its maximum length, Jan again stopped abruptly and took another serious of measurements, both of length and diameter, and of distance to other parts of her body. All these figures were written down. Just as suddenly, the intimate touching stopped and the rest of her normal measurements were taken. Seemingly hundreds of them. Heather, still floating from the sexual high she had been on, almost croaked out, "Is, is that all? "Not quite my dear. Sit on the chair and raise your legs and hold them straight up by your head by the ankles. We must measure your pussy." Now this was getting very outrageous, but Heather had been warned. Heather was quickly in the chair and had her legs up when the woman sat on the floor in front over her, between her raised legs and began to measure the length of her clit, thickness of lips, distance to her pink asshole. Setting the tools aside, she suddenly leaned forward. "Now, we must see them swollen from sex." And her tongue, surprisingly long, plunged into the now-sopping pussy and began to eat her as she had never been eaten before. The orgasm hit in less than a minute, followed by two more. Her pussy was on fire. Between each orgasm, Jan would clamp the tools to the various parts and quickly write something down. Heather saw none of this, as her head was back and she was lost in the lust of the assault on her lower body. A drawer was opened and a series of dildos was produced, each one unusual as it had its size marked on the sides for length and end for diameter. These were introduced to both her pussy and ass in turn, in larger and larger sizes until each hole would stretch no more. Jan wrote down the sizes while one hand slowly pumped them in and out of each hole, stretched as Heather had never been stretched before. Her insides were stuffed full and the nerves were on fire, sending rapid fire pulses to her brain. Another massive orgasm was building up, her butt bouncing on the chair. Just as she almost reached the top, Jan stopped her thrusting and pulled Heather to her feet, dongs still firmly in place. Before she could resist in her dazed state, she was led to a rig of tubes, bars and dangling straps. In seconds, Jan had strapped her into rig so that it held her firmly upright, but let Heather's entire upper torso be exposed with nothing in the way. She just couldn't move or twist. Jan brought a bucket of a blue liquid over to the chair and began to smear it over Heather's still turgid chest. The breasts were swollen and the nipples stood up proudly. Heather was moaning. And the stimulation of the wet fingers sliding over the tender flesh awoke still more sensations. "Please, please make me come. I need to come. Fuck me. Please fuck me." Jan began to slowly pump the dildo in her pussy keeping Heather hanging on the edge of a climax, but always stopping just before she went over the edge. She kept building up the warm liquid on her front and over her shoulders. The liquid quickly began to gel and tighten slightly over the straining nipples and tits. As it tightened, the tingles it caused sent more sparks to Heather's frantic brain. Now the butt dong was worked and Heather's muscles were trying to hump, but she couldn't move. This was exquisite agony. Front dong, then back dong. Always slowly and never fast enough for Heather's system to be pushed further up the tension scale. A perfect balance. Faster and she would come. Slower and she would begin to come down. The liquid got thicker and thicker. Now it was being applied to her pussy up to her waist and over her hips and butt, spreading around the stretched cracks, As it filled the spread holes, Jan pushed the dongs in till they hit the limit of Heather's body, and she left them there, with Heather groaning and gasping, hotter than she had been for a long, long time. "Please. Please.' She was begging. Jan ignored her. "These molds must be as you are when you are as hot and full as you will ever be, or the lingerie will not do what you will require. You must endure a bit longer. It is pleasant to be fucked this way?" "God, yes. Please... How... long... must... I.. wait?" "One hour. Do not worry, I will give you some more pleasure to help pass the time. You will not believe how fast an hour can go by." At that, she attached two thin wires to the end of each dong and turned on two switches on the workbench. The dongs were vibrators! The sudden tingle caused her to grunt and sigh. But never did the dongs vibrate hard or for long. First one, then both, then the other. Then silence. Then they were back. Heather would never believe she could hang on the edge of an orgasm like this, juice pouring from her cunt, but trapped inside by the now hardening coating, she swam in her come. She was floating and every nerve in her body was screaming for release. The minutes passed. "Please." "Thirty minutes. You are doing very well. Most are screaming by now and I have to gag them." "Oh, please." But there was no respite and then Jan was easing the now hard, but flexible thick shield of blue rubber from her upper torso. Then the lower. The pulling and tugging on the dongs as the rubber came off almost sent her off, but instead, she went even higher, snorting and grunting. Jan placed the two intimate molds on the workbench and went back to the straining girl. Standing by her side, she took the two dongs, one in each hand, and leaned over and pulled the swollen and abused tit into her hot mouth and began to suck and rapidly fuck the girl. In less than five seconds, Heather screamed and came. The pleasure center in her brain exploded and she stopped breathing. Then, she passed out. She came to just as Jan pulled a second set of molds from her now fully relaxed body. Her mind cleared and Jan came over and released her from the rig. "I now have all the measurements. There is a shower over there behind that door. Fresh towels are by the chair inside. You must wash off the residue on your skin, as it is a bit caustic if you do not remove it." Heather showered and while she was out of sight, Amy slipped from the back room with a video tape in her bag. "That was some show!" she said as she passed Jan on the way out of the shop. Jan just smiled and reminded her, "Don't forget the extra thousand when you pay the bill. And that tape is for your private use only, understand?" "Perfectly." And she was gone. Heather came out to find Jan sitting in front of a computer terminal, inputting all the measurements into a data collection screen. Jan talked while she worked. "The computer will study all the data and design the fabrics and cuts to obtain the proper effect. It will show me where to sew, what type of thread to use, what type to stitch and where and how many straps to fit. In two days, I will have the first half dozen sets of garments ready. You come back on Saturday in the afternoon at two o'clock. There." She entered the last of the data and the computer began working. Jan got up and began taking the body molds she had taken from Heather and began to create duplicates of Heather's body in plaster. In less than an hour, she had two perfect busts of Heather, one in her normal state, and one in a fully aroused state. The differences were quite visible. Swollen breasts, raised, turgid nipples, quite extended to almost an inch and a half, belly was somewhat tighter, and her pubic area was very swollen, completely open, and her clit stood up straight in front. Heather found herself staring. "You are quite a challenge. How to hide all of that, but not get in the way of your enjoyment. And you must not show ever through the outer garments. I will say one thing, young lady. You have the sexiest body I've ever had through here. And believe me, I've seen a bunch. I wouldn't mind measuring you every day." Heather ignored the last remark. "Thanks. I need to go on to the clothing store. Saturday at two o'clock, right?" "Right. And tell Susan at the clothing store that the measurements are already in her computer." "All of them?" "No, only the ones she needs for her part. We do have some secrets in the business. Let her go figure out how I do this!" "OK. See you Saturday. Bye!" And Heather left the store a bit drained, but determined to get through the next session as well. HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19B BY "RAMAPO" The next shop was across town, and she took a taxi. In spite of her recent experience, the shower had freshened her. God, what kind of underwear are they fitting me for if they had to take body castings of me in heat like some wanton fleshpot? Maybe I AM a fleshpot? Jesus, Jan had sure known her way around a woman's body. And she was so direct. There wasn't any pussy-footing around (she giggled at the silly pun she just made) with Jan. Need swollen tits? Suck them evenly until done. Need a body casting of a sexed up body? Suck it and fuck it until ripe, then maintain temperature until well done and the crust is hard! Her little dialogue continued, until the driver pulled up in front of a small shop on a side street. The curtains were pulled, but a small sign on the door simply said, "Custom Tailoring for Women, Come on In" and a smaller plastic sign sat over the door pull said "Open". She pulled the door open and stepped inside. There were racks and racks of clothes in very neat rows, of styles and types for all occasions. No one was in sight, so she did a little browsing. Soon, she noticed that these were all the latest fashions for everything, from Milan, Paris, Tokyo. Stepped right off the pages of the fashion mags just hitting the streets in the last few days. And there were no price tags. Or, interestingly enough, sizes either. But the designer labels were there. Just one of these outfits was going to cost Amy more than Heather's salary for an entire year. Ouch. Well, a couple of these would be fantastic. She didn't notice the attractive brunette who had come up behind her, and she jumped when the brunette said, "Heather?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you and you startled me a bit. Hi! Yes, I'm Heather." "Hello, my name is Susan. This is my shop. Do you like the things I have out? See anything you like for yourself?" "Gosh, these are fantastic! I just got here. But from looking for a few minutes, I'll take them all!" They both laughed. Susan said, "Amy has made arrangements for everything, so don't worry about anything other than whether the clothes are right for you and the circumstances. I pretty much know what we need to do for you on the business side of things, and you can guide me on the social side." "Social side? Amy never mentioned that. So, we are going to select clothes for after work as well?" "Oh, yes. Amy never does anything halfway." Heather thought, God, you've got that right. At least, she's never done ME halfway yet. What an appetite that babe's got. Susan went on, "Amy left it up to me to select a complete wardrobe for work. That will be at least thirty outfits, and as many pieces as we can put together. You should have enough parts to make up about one hundred arrangements, so you never ever appear the same way more than two or three times in a work season. Of course, next year, you replace everything. Mustn't get behind the times, you know. Everyone would notice." Heather almost choked! Thirty designer outfits? Accessories to make up over one hundred! Then, on top of that, social clothes as well! The bill would be astronomical! "As I said, Amy has taken care of everything financially. Yes, it is frightfully expensive, but there are ways of dealing with that. I dare say, this type of investment will earn her company back every dime in under a month, spent on the right person. And I can tell, just by looking at you, that she is choosing wisely." Heather finally said, "I had no idea of what she had in mind. I mean the scale..." Susan locked the front door and turned the sign to say "Closed". Coming back, she took Heather casually by the arm and guided her to the back of the store. "We will have a long day of it, so let's get you relaxed. Take off everything but your bra and panties so we can get right to work. Just put your things on the table there." "Oh, Jan already measured me and sent the numbers over to your computer." "Yes, I have them. And you, young lady, will be a challenge. I must tell you I don't believe I've ever met someone with quite your attributes. As a man might say, you are some package. I can't wait to see how Jan manages to do her part." Heather blushed. "Thank you. But, I mean, I didn't do anything to get this way, it's just the way I was born." "Yes, but God was having a good day when he waved his hand over you dear. It's just a bit unfair to the rest of us who have to work so hard, or, buy just a bit of what you have so naturally! Well, enough of this admiration. Oh, dear!" Heather had just folded her skirt over the table and turned to face Susan. "What?" She leaned over to look past her boobs, and she too noticed the large wet stain in her crotch. "Oh, my gosh! I'm embarrassed!" Susan just laughed. "No need. I see you are still doing a little daydreaming about Jan's measurement 'system'. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?" Heather relaxed a bit. "Yes, you could say that." "Would you believe she has people come in every month to just get their 'measurements checked'? Funny thing is, she's not into S&M or anything. She's bi, all right, but, if this is possible, given the way she does this, she is very professional with customers. She only does enough to get what she needs. I think she thinks these people ought to let her sister take care of them." "Oh, her sister. I met her. Why her?" "Turn this way. Her sister is into heavy S&M and is a dominatrix. To my knowledge, she is running at least three sex slaves right now. Two of them men. Stay away from her. I personally don't think she knows when enough is enough. I predict, sooner or later, she'll really hurt someone and then we will have a real mess on our hands in this town. Turn this way." Susan just kept on working. Sex slaves? Wow. In spite of Susan's warnings, Heather realized she felt interested. Not to be a slave, she suddenly realized, to control one! And it scared her and she stopped thinking about it. She had felt that thrill before when she was in charge of the lovemaking, but had never let it take over. Susan had felt the thrill go through Heather at the mere mention of sex slaves, and wondered if the kid was interested, or just scared. She said nothing about it and decided to change the subject. "OK. Now we do some preliminary other dynamic measurements. No touching, I promise! Just step onto the stage here and do what I tell you. I'll explain what is happening as we go. The computer will do all the work as you move around. OK, now, here's what's going to happen." "Umm. I've forgotten something. Let's see. Oh, of course. How stupid. The suit. You have to put on the suit." She went to a rack and selected a shiny silver spandex-like pantsuit and handed it to Heather. "Bra and panties off please. Try not to get too horny in this thing. They're a bitch to have cleaned. It's exactly one half size too small for you, which means it will be like a second skin. You don't have to wear it long, so just breath a bit shallow till it stretches out." Peeled of the undies, she began to ease her long legs into the seemingly too-small pant legs. And, after much gentle pulling, she got it on up to her crotch, then slid one arm in and pulled the suit up over her front and Susan held the material while she forced her left arm out the sleeve. Her legs and arms felt like they were in a vise. Her buttocks were now gripped firmly, pulling the material tight across her stomach. And then, Susan told her to exhale as far as she could and hold. The zipper screamed closed at the base of her neck and her breasts were pulled firmly against her ribcage. She tried to breath in and was shocked and alarmed to find she couldn't get but a very small amount of air in her lungs. She began to gasp and take short, rapid breaths. Each inhalation caused her boobs to feel like they were made of solid rock as they were gripped and pushed back in resistance. Susan just held her hand while the suit grudging gave way against her body's efforts. "There. Better. It has to be a second skin. Look in the mirror. See how shiny it is? We are going to bathe you in a series of very low intensity laser beams. The computer will make a baseline 3-D image of your body in exacting detail. Then, we will have you move around, walk, bend, reach over your head, and so forth, and the computer will make a continuous stream of measurements and store them. When we play it back, it will be able to accurately reproduce any body movement or angle in 3-D. Then, off comes the suit, and the computer will take the measurements of your body that Jan took and adjust its own files for you. In other words, your breasts will stop looking like they are being flattened, and so forth. There will be two of you, one normal and one aroused. It makes a difference up top, and sometimes, below for some outfits. Jan can compensate for some of the difference, and I cover up the rest." "Then, we pick out outfits that seem to be correct for you. Color, etc. The computer has the ability to create the exact same outfit in every detail and drape it correctly over your 3-D image. As we turn you, and bend you on the screen, the computer will demonstrate just how the fabric will move, fall, stretch, depending on the type of fabric, the cut and so on." "I will tell it when to make adjustments to remove any problems, such as gapping, or hem lines moving around, and the computer will adjust the cut until the outfit is perfect. We then look at the same thing aroused and adjust, if necessary, until both images are the same appearance. Once we are satisfied, the cut and measurements are sent to the factory and an outfit is created exactly for you, to exactly the correct measurements for that fabric and your figure. A week later, we have it here and it fits you perfectly right out of the box. A pressing and it's yours." Heather finally said, "Wow. Perfect fit and cut. Every time. No WONDER this is so expensive." She was running her hands over the silky texture of the outside of the suit and the sensation WAS making her horny. Her breasts were taut and the pressure was making her unusually aware of them. Her nipples were trying to extend, but were held firmly back. The new sensations were sending sparks through her skin. And instantly, she knew she was wet again. Susan was laughing, still looking down at the monitor, "Actually, it cuts costs enormously. There is absolutely no waste. I just raise the prices to make them pay for the miracle. And they love the look, and pay through the nose. OK, laser is on. Let's start. Stand for one minute till it beeps, then move around. Great. HEY! Stop the fondling!" Her eyes went to Heather's crotch and she sighed. Too late. The kid was soaked again. "I'm sorry," Heather said. "I just started to feel really horny. All the tightness and the unusual feel of the material really turns me on." "Yeah, I know. Look, you might as well keep it on, if you like. I'll have to get it cleaned anyway now. And you look like you are really getting off on it." But Heather barely heard her. As she boldly ran her hands over the outside of her of her tightly constrained breasts, thrilling to the feel of their hardness, and the sensations of her fingers through the fabric ran like a hot flame and a wonderful warm feeling spread across her chest. And just like that, the heat in her thighs rose in a wave and poured through her pussy and into her stomach, the orgasm causing her to whimper with satisfaction and surprise. As her head cleared, Susan's voice came back into focus. "OK. Can we stop playing 'let's get off' and get back to work? Heather, we have got to get focused here and do what we set out to do. Now, straighten up. Hands off your tits. By your side. Let's do the baseline again." Heather grinned. "Wow. Some suit. I just orgasmed!" "I know. I'm wet myself from watching you. Jesus. OK. There's the beep. ONLY move the way I tell you. The script doesn't call for body touching, young lady, so no sneak attempts at another orgasm, OK?" "Got it. OK. But, it still makes me hot. How does it do that? Can I buy one of these? Maybe I better not. I'd never take it off." "To be honest, everyone that puts it on notices it makes them horny. I think it must have something to do with the way it feels like silk and never grabs, the pressure it puts on the erogenous zones and the fact that when you touch yourself, it creates static electricity that flows through the suit and is felt by your sensitive parts as tiny shocks that you can't really consciously feel, but that your mind interprets as sexual stimulation. And, no, you can't have it or buy it. I paid a lot for it and THAT is one invention of my own that makes me better at this process than anyone else in the world right now." And for the rest of the day, she demonstrated that she was the best in the world. They worked hard selecting the outfits, have the computer do the modeling and adjustments as Susan's expert eye caught all the little things in the cuts and flow of the garments that looked bad from certain angles and movements and had the computer adjust. Some of it was like magic, knowing what to adjust where to get the effect she wanted. The personal clothes for social occasions were from formal gowns to sun suits, and one very, very sexy slinky red dress that had them both saying 'fantastic' and getting wet from watching the 3-D image move around on screen in the 'aroused' view. Susan pushed back from the desk. "I'm sitting here dreaming I'm peeling that dress off you and sucking on those spectacular boobs of yours. I don't think I can take any more of that, or I'll jump you." Heather's breath caught at the woman's words, as she wanted to be fucked so badly at that moment, and wished Susan would turn to her and take her. But Susan didn't make the move. Reluctantly, Heather peeled off the body suit slowly after Susan unzipped her. The heavy sweet smell of her cum hung in the room from the wet crotch as she hung it over the back of a chair to dry, unable to meet Susan's eyes. "Couldn't resist a few more orgasms, I see," Susan remarked. "I... I didn't really do anything, honest. They... They just kept happening. Not that they weren't nice or that I tried to stop them." "Well, doesn't matter if you get it a little wet, or a lot wet. By the way, you smell wonderful. You must be a delight in bed." "Thanks." She couldn't think of anything else to say. Why didn't Susan just take her in her arms and make love to her? God knows, she wanted it and was ready enough! But, she dressed and Susan made busy on the computer, saving and transmitting files to the factories. "Heather, a word of advice?" "Yes?" "These clothes, and how you got them? Amy has a lot of motives for getting them for you. And having you look nice and professional is only a minor one. She is putting all this stuff on the company books, in her name. The clothes only fit you. If for any reason things don't work out at the firm, just keep the clothes. Let Amy worry about the rest. Giving back the clothes would solve nothing for her. You might as well have the enjoyment. Just so you know." "Are you sure that would be right?" "Positive. Amy is a big girl taking chances. If she gets caught, stay out of the line of fire and keep a low profile." As she said it, her eye caught Heather's magnificent profile and Heather noticed where she was looking, and they both laughed. "Right! I'll need that suit for that. Any chance you'll change your mind about...?" "Not a chance. Now get out of here so I can finish up and get something to eat. I'm beat." "Thanks for everything Susan. I can't wait to see the clothes and try them on. Two weeks you said?" "Yeah, the early ones will be two weeks. The rest over a two or three week period. Maybe one or two longer. And you don't actually try them on. There is no need. They always fit perfectly. Jan's underwear will take care of that for you. I can't wait to hear your reaction to how that stuff feels. If you thought the suit was good, just wait.....off with you now." And she gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and the door shut and she locked it. Heather went back to school and hit the books. Her mind kept drifting back to the suit as an idle hand began to take her on the stairway to another orgasm. The ancient history of Rome started to blur in her mind as the sensations of her hand between her legs drove her concentration from her. It would be a late night. Susan returned to the computer terminal and sat. There was one last outfit she wanted for Heather. It would be a personal gift to a special lady. She was always attracted to beautiful, sexy women, being bi and all, but even she was surprised at how strongly she had felt attracted today. It had taken all of her willpower to be professional and get the work done and keep her hands off Heather. The material was impossible, the computer recalculated again and again the cuts and lines, and she struggled for hours to get it to work, and finally, it came together. As the 3-D picture turned and moved around the screen, Susan finally gave in to the lust she had built up all day, and a hand disappeared into the top of her slacks. It took only moments before a powerful orgasm tightened her muscles and she groaned loudly. The second orgasm was stronger than the first and she yelled out. And, ten minutes later, her hand on one nipple, pulling at the nipple savagely, and the other flicking her sensitive clit, she felt a tidal wave roll up from her thighs, slam into her stomach and explode in her brain. She screamed. The designer clothes on the long racks absorbed the sound and a passerby in the street heard nothing. HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19C BY "RAMAPO" At work the next day, Amy suggested they go over the final plans for the presentation, which they did, and then they trooped down to the presentation room and ran two rehearsals with all the equipment, slides, multimedia gear. They made a final list of last minute things to do from the experience. Amy made a casual suggestion that Heather stop over to her place after work and she would loan her one of her outfits for the meeting, as Heather's clothes would take a while yet. Amy's apartment was a neat and perfect as Amy, of course. Heather didn't exactly expect anything else. They poured a drink of soda and relaxed in the living room with some nice music, then went to the bedroom and began going through Amy's extremely extensive wardrobe. In the end, with three different possible outfits selected, Heather pulled off her skirt and blouse and tried each on. They selected a dark blue, conservative jacket/skirt combination that came just to the top of her knee. A tuck in the back took up the slight slack from Heather's smaller waist, and the jacket hung perfectly. A white satin blouse buttoned at the neck went well, and they hung the items back on hangers for Heather to take home. Amy's hands lingered for a moment on Heather's bare shoulders as she helped her slip the blouse off from the front. She reached slowly past Heather's ears and as her fingers began removing the clasp and pins holding Heather mane in a tight roll behind her, she moved forward and began gently kissing her. Heather dropped the blouse on the bed and responded by running her hands up and down the back of Amy's blouse, fingers releasing the small buttons. She found the clasp at the back of the skirt and released it. Amy stopped kissing her for a moment and the skirt dropped off and she laid it gently on the bed. Heather's long hair fell down and she shook her head with a toss and it released into a dark waterfall on to her skin. Goose bumps rose from it's touch and she felt a thrill in her spine. They came back together and Amy began to run her tongue in and out of Heather's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with Heather's, slowly fucking her tongue, then biting her lips. Heather's tongue flowed into Amy's mouth, and they stood for minutes, tied erotically by the touch and growing passion as their tongues embraced each other, sliding over one another. Both were groaning. Heather's bra fell away as the rear hooks were suddenly free under Amy's practiced touch, the shoulder straps and cups somehow falling forward and off between them. Amy tried to find the hooks on Amy's bra, both front and rear, and suddenly realized she couldn't find any. She pulled back for a moment to figure out what to do, and was amazed to see a small network of very thin straps over the shoulders. No clasps in the front or back were visible. Amy laughed. "Micro-Velcro. Invisible." She reached between the cups and twisted the fabric hard and with a tearing sound, the material parted. Heather went to reach and touch the end of the fabric, but Amy just tossed the bra aside and flowed back into Heather's arms. Their large breasts merged, and pressed into each other, flattening, pushing swollen flesh under their arms, nipples pressing hard against each other. Heather's nipples ached to be touched. Amy moved the other clothes off the bed to a chair and had Heather remove her panties. She sad Heather on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her, kissing her hair, shoulders, arms and face on the way down. Heather put her hands behind Amy's head and guided her lips to her left nipple and cried out as the hot, eager lips parted and inhaled the hard tit. She gave a violent start as Amy's teeth took the nipple prisoner and her tongue rasped the long projection from the bottom. Again and again, the tongue took her nipple. Then, she moved to the other breast and began there. It was already there and waiting at full length. In less than a minute, Heather was panting and moaning, and whispering, eyes closed. "Ummmm. Oh. Nice. Very nice. Yes. So hot. I'm so hot. I'm hot for you to fuck me. My pussy is hot. Don't make me wait. I can't wait. I need you to. Suck me. Suck. Me. I... need... Yes..." it was a continuous stream of babble now. And Amy didn't make her wait. Even as she pulled the turgid nipple as deep into her throat as she possibly could, she began to ease Heather's panties off her hips and Heather lifted one hip at a time in a gently rocking motion to give her clearance. They fell at Heather's feet. As if by, signal, Heather fell slowly backwards and Amy's kisses moved down her stomach and then, Heather's legs opened and the heavenly probing tongue found Heather's long clit and flicked across it. Heather was ready, and her hips rose to invite more. And Amy gave it to her. Steady flicking and she felt Heather stiffen and shudder, and she pulled the long clit into her mouth and washed it with her tongue and pulled it with her cheeks. That was more than enough for Heather and she came very intensely. One leg lifted and settled on Amy's shoulder, and then the other followed on the other side, and Amy ate her with abandon, drinking the flow of cum with great slurping sounds and groans. Heather came again, and then, harder, again. Amy moved up and straddled Heather's stomach and leaned over and her own large breasts hung down to Heather. Heather ran her hands up Amy's sides and finally gathered one breast in both hands and pressed the straining nipple into her mouth. Moving from breast to breast, the nipples were pulled and tongued until Amy needed to have more. She rolled off Heather, who, in a single motion, rolled with her and then Heather was kissing her and moving down. As she settled into Amy's steamy bush, Amy was shouting for Heather to fuck her. The neighbors next door never complained about Amy's shouting during sex. And shout she did in private. In truth, the neighbors would become deeply aroused by Amy's quite public display of lust, and many a night, they would fall on each other after Amy's orgasm and have energetic sex for hours. For a long retired couple, it amazed even them. But they never discussed it. Amy knew they could hear her. And she always smiled at them both when they passed in the hall. Someday, she intended to invite them in for a soda and let them get to know her... better? Better than what? But for now, they were getting to know that Amy was having a talented woman fuck her with an expert tongue and fingers, and Amy shouted and groaned like a wild banshee as she came and flooded the bed under her with the cum Heather simply couldn't take down fast enough. And Heather just took her again, and again. She wanted them both to get an "A" on the presentation the next day. Much later, as Heather went down the hall, a short, older man opened his door and said to her as she passed, "It's a treat to have a delightful young lady such as yourself come visit on our floor. Please come again soon." And he was smiling and nodding his head. His eyes looked a bit unfocused. Heather responded politely, "Thank you. I believe I'll be back quite soon. Nice to meet you." And she entered the elevator and was gone. The man closed the door and headed for his bedroom where his wife was still cleaning up the cum from their urgent love making. Even as he approached her, she dropped the tissues and reached for his cock. God, she thought, the man must think I'm a sex fiend. The old man smiled as her mouth closed over his enlarging penis. Finally, after all these years, the sex was good again. No, it was outstanding. He corrected himself again as his cock turned rigid. It was fucking outstanding. The presentation went like clockwork. No matter what the customer asked, they had a chart, or an answer prepared and up on the screen in seconds. Heather worked the machines quietly in back and never missed a beat. Having memorized the slide positions in the electronic presentations, as well as having an index up on her screen in the back, Amy could begin speaking on any topic and only a second or two later, the appropriate material would appear on the screens behind her, like they had rehearsed it to actually go this way. And, with all the technical elements happening so smoothly, Amy's pitch hit the customer with full impact and it was obvious they were very impressed. "Amy, and Heather of course," the customer turned to acknowledge her. Heather smiled and nodded. "That is a most impressive set of marketing ideas for our product. I like it. I like it a LOT. In fact, I'm sold. You have our account as of this minute." Heather could see Amy almost leap into the air with joy. She'd show that bastard in the executive suite, and she did. Heather was so happy for Amy. "On two conditions." There followed a short silence. "One. You must leave your firm and start your own. I'll bring my account to you to get started with a five year contract for starters, and a large amount of up-front money. I'm tired of the non-producers at your firm taking my money and not helping me." Heather felt her heart fall. She wouldn't be working with Amy any more. She knew in a second that Amy would accept. She deflated. "And the other?" Amy was smiling. Yes, she accepted number one. "You must tell me and my staff just how you made the backdrops and filmy transparencies in the presentations. Whatever you did, the effect is mesmerizing, and I know I'm in mixed company here and don't mean to give offense, but they are downright sensual and very erotic. Did anybody else pick up on that?" The other four people in the room, two men and two woman all nodded quite vigorously. "Yes, quite stimulating. I keep thinking they remind me of something, but I can't figure out what. There isn't anything to make out, but, still..." Amy looked at Heather. Heather suddenly realized she would have to tell them, and she got very nervous and scared. "Well..." Amy realized that Heather was stalling, but, hell, make up something, anything kid, but give them an answer. She was practically teleporting herself into Heather's brain to tell her to make it good. Heather told it straight. "It was the underwear that gave me the idea. You sell underwear. People put their...", she looked at the group, and pressed ahead, "pussies and cocks in the underwear, so..." Amy mouthed 'OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO '...I found a nice picture of an average, hard cock and overlayed it on an image of an engorged pussy with the lips fully spread on either side of the cock..." HOLY SHIT!! SHE DID!! WE'RE DEAD!!!... "with the cock head just under the raised clit. Then, I ran the image through a series of morphing steps until the cock merged into the pussy and pussy merged into the cock and you really couldn't tell what the hell they were any more, no matter how hard you tried. But, your brain somehow subconsciously knows, because women see the picture and get wet and don't know why, and men see the picture and get hard, and don't know why. I tested it and no one ever came close to knowing what it was. Then, I just created a series of transparencies that wash out most of the color, but leave behind a bit of the texture. The people still react to the texture." She was proud of what she had done. And as she was explaining it, she knew they were probably in deep shit with the customer. To say nothing of it being embarrassing. Amy would hate her. Oh, crap. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way! Amy actually sat down as her legs gave way. The customer remained silent for a moment. "You tested it? And no one ever figured it out?" "Never. I gave it to a hundred people. I had my fiends in the graphics lab trying to pull back the original images from the pictures. They couldn't do it. And the transparencies are hopeless. And these are some serious computer graphics freaks. I mean, not that my friends are..." He held up his hand and started laughing. "Well, I thought we must be the only firm in the world that talked about cocks and pussies, and of course boobs and tits, behind closed doors as a normal part of the day! I must say that you have surprised and delighted and me that you understand our business and it's language so well, and are not afraid to demonstrate it at your own firm." "Heather, that was an outstanding idea. And I want a copy of one of those pictures and transparencies to hang on my wall to frustrate people. This ad campaign will kill them." Heather's heart leaped with relief. It wasn't going to kill them, it helped sell even more. She looked at the rest of the customer's staff and one of the women had made a short note and slid it down toward her. She casually slid the pad over and it said. "Babe, I'm hot as hell and I know you did it. I want a copy of the picture, ALL the transparencies, and YOU. Meet me in the ladies room on the floor below in ten minutes after the meeting breaks. I won't disappoint you. Kathy". Heather folded the note and put it in her pocket. The customer spoke again. "Amy, I must add one more condition, I'm afraid." Amy was smiling again, but a small cloud crossed her face. What now? "Heather must join your team. I realize that she is an intern here, and of course, the decision is hers, but I think we can jointly make it financially attractive for her, and she will get the experience she needs. Heather would you consider it?" Heather smiled. "Where she goes, I follow!" And they all laughed. "Now..." her eyes locked with Kathy's for an instant, "I have a couple of requests here to be serviced and I better excuse myself to get you out of here on time. It's been a pleasure meeting you all and I hope we get a chance to know each other much better." Kathy winked at her as she broke eye contact and gathered up her things and left. Amy was closing the deal and beginning the first steps to setting up her first contract. Kathy was waiting in the last stall in the little used bathroom on the empty floor. As she worked Heather's blouse free and the surging mounds came into full view, her breath did a sharp intake and her hands filled with firm flesh. "God, you're magnificent." And her one hand slide down into Heather's panties and a finger slid directly into Heather's mons and found the rapid rising clit. "God, your clit too? I can't wait for us to work together." And in the next thirty minutes, in the stall, she brought Heather off many times with an almost animal urgency of lust. As Heather floated off into a cloud of sensations and fireworks, the idle thought crossed her mind that any company that discussed cocks, tits, and pussies all day will be a wonderful company to do business with. Look what they had done for her already! Amy left the firm officially the next day, and they used the undergarment factory as temporary quarters until they found a place to lease. As Amy was very busy hiring people and getting incorporated, Heather found her unavailable for company, but Kathy more than made up for it. Kathy responded to Heather's body like she was born to serve it and nothing else. And Heather responded to the urgent lovemaking with her own lust, leaving Kathy delightfully exhausted as well. The following week, her underwear came in and it was indeed a unique experience to wear. It felt like a hundred fingers were caressing and pinching her ever-so-lightly every time she moved at all, and it felt wonderful. The bra was an engineering miracle, giving her amazing support (not that she really needed it yet), and always gently moving her around so as to not break the line of the clothing overgarments, all the while feeling like she was gently encompassed in sild. The various types of panties did the same. And everything expanded and absorbed her aroused condition without doing anything other than making her even more aroused. Just walking around the office, she felt like there were ten of Amy or Kathy stroking her all over. Orgasms just came and went with great regularity. Kathy always found her deep aroused, and it only increased her own lust. The outfits and other clothes all came in to Jan's over the weeks and almost every night and soon she had a wardrobe to chose from that most women would kill to have. Heather was a knockout in every one of them, and they were perfectly tailored. She and Jan would drink a glass of wine and then Heather would head home with her new things. Toward the end of the Summer, a large, heavy box arrived at her apartment on a Saturday afternoon. She had no idea what it was, since all the clothes and accessories had already come and were put away. She broke the string and lifted the lid. There was a card on top. She took it from the envelop and read, "Heather, you were gone that first night before I figured it out. I could see I had it backwards. This special outfit is for you, from me alone. Wear it only to have fun (fun was underlined twice). I have a deep feeling it will bring much of it into your sweet life. Promise some day to stop by and let me see you in it. Come at night. And plan to stay a while. I have placed the dressing instructions on a sheet of paper, as well as the care guide. Love, Susan." Heather carefully spread the items from the box out on the bed and in the bottom, found the shoes to match. She was completely soaked with cum from excitement as each item emerged and revealed itself. She ran her hands over the material and explored it. Reading the dressing instructions, she put her hair up exactly as instructed and pulled off all of her clothes, including her underwear. Drying between her legs (useless, she knew, but she had to try), she pulled on the pants very slowly, reveling in the feel on her skin. She pulled on the belt and buckled it closed. Then the top, carefully easing her breasts into the perfectly shaped cones built just to receive their exact shape. Her nipple extended out into the open from each tip. Then, the shoulder high arm gauntlets. And finally, the high heels. At last, she stood up and pulled on the last piece over her head and put on the collar. She could feel the cum just pouring down her legs again from the excitement. Trembling, she walked over and stood in front of the floor length mirror and looked at herself. The black leather hood with the Sterling silver studs revealed her sparkling eyes, her hair emerging into a tight brush from the rear and being pulled up and over the top like the wild fan of some beast. The thick leather collar, again with large silver studs, circled her long neck, enhancing her hood. The torso bodice was molded to her perfectly, revealing every line of her upper body, with a few strategically placed holes here and there to give more than just a peek-a-boo look. And her nipples pointed straight out in a mesmerizing way, extended in her excitement to their full length, drawing your eyes back to her tits no matter how hard you tried to look elsewhere. A small gap of taut skin appeared and then a black studded belt, and then the leather pants, glued to her. Even the dimples of her ass were perfectly defined. The pants flowed up into the crack of her ass and the seam was pressed firmly against her rear door. The seam flowed to just below her pussy, and split, leaving her pussy fully exposed. The seam rejoined just above her hairline. The wild bush of dark hair contrasted to the polished finish of the rest of the black leather on the rest of her body. And on her feet were high black leather heels and they overlapped the bottom on the leather on her legs just a bit. A clear trail of cum was running down the inside seam of the pants as her excitement grew. Yes. Yes. Susan was right. THIS was what she wanted. Her strength grew and her feeling of power expanded. She reached into the box and lifted the last item. At that moment, there was a brief knock on the door and a key in the lock. "HI! Honey, I got lonely over at the college and missed you so much, can I spend the... Holy Shit. H o l y S H I T." Heather was standing looking down at her, hands on her hips and head back. Her right hand held a whip. "Shut that door and eat me out, you beautiful, wanton bitch!" Traci pushed the door shut quickly and threw her bag on the floor. Her pussy was already soaked before she could take the five steps and kneel before the exotic figure before her. Her tongue slid into Heather like a hot rapier and Heather gasped. YES. This is the way it would be for Traci from now on. I will decide what games we play. And make Traci happier than she has ever been. And Traci held her leather-clad ass in both hands and feasted at the Mons of her young Mistress. End Part 19C and Part 19 Ciao, \+----------+ "La risposta e' dentro di te... Vittorio --| : ) o | ...MA E' SBAGLIATA!!!" /+----------+ Enciclopedia d.Fantascienza: http://www.fantascienza.com/edf -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |