Apres Roissy

 
The morning is chilly; jacqueline stirs under the covers and rolls against O to share warmth. O sighs and absently strokes jacqueline's breasts. when  she slips her cold hands under the enlarged globes, jacqueline squeals and sits up.

 
"ohhhh, too cold," she complains and tries to push O away. O smiles and  cups the mounds from underneath and laughs, saying what else are they good for? then teasing jacqueline with warm kisses all over the surface.

 
"mmmmm" jacqueline sighs, looking down, for a moment remembering her  previous lithe model's silhouette. Now, her chest was unnaturally large; thankfully, the enlargement was ended, another inch, she felt she would surely topple over.  "mmmmm" she continued as O's tongue began making  circles around her hard nipples.

 
Later, the two showered together and dressed for the day. O had a work assignment, so donned her usual *uniform*.  jacqueline sat on the bed and watched, and as O turned to the closet, asked her, "Now tell me again about Mistress Anne Marie."

 
O just smiled her enigmatic smile, the one that drove jacqueline crazy. "well, tell me exactly how the brand was made and how it felt."

 
"choura, it was no better or worse than anything else, just different."

 
"when will i go?" jacquleine persisted. and O just smiled...

 
Sir Stephen had decided that jacqueline needed work too, so she had a new job. she was content, though it lacked the excitement of fashion modeling.  A few mornings a week, she reported to the art university and posed as a nude model.  Sometimes, she even got extra work, as the professors thought her attitude very natural and sensual, even as perhaps her physique was not.

 
jacqueline found it very interesting, displayed but not for *use*, it was very relaxing for her. she paid no attention to the male students, she noticed only the other women and always looked to see if any showed signs  of excitement.

 
This morning, she was scheduled for the university, then the afternoon with Sir Stephen. As the morning wore on, she recalled how shocked she was when she learned how close she was to follow in O's footsteps.

It was late in her second week at Roissy.  So much had happened... being  used for any and all reasons, more games, slave chores....  and even painfully moving up 2 sizes of the be-ribboned anal plug.  she endured, always thinking ahead to the *gift* she would be giving René, how it would please him.

 
she was taken to one of the private sitting rooms, and was thrilled to see René and O, along with Sir Stephen.  she smiled broadly as she gazed at René's cock. He nodded and walked around her slowly, approving of her open and available uniform,  letting his hands reach and trace each mark of the morning's cropping, last week’s whipping finally faded.

 
jacqueline closed her eyes, breathing deep, content, the touch from René making her shiver blissfully. she listened as he complimented her on her progress, patiently waiting, hoping, but knowing she had no choice in what will happen.  But she was with the 3 important people in her life and had a feeling of *home*, that this will be her new life.

 
René sat down on the couch, and pulled her over to him so she was bent over at the waist.  she smiled remembering the kisses next, and he held her  still by the waist. vaguely she hear O murmuring and stroking her ass softly.   Then she heard the louder voice of Sir Stephen instructing O to prepare her.

 
These words jolted her out of her dreamy state immediately and she looked into René's eyes.  He smiled and explained that he wished to give her as well to Sir Stephen,  he was proud to do so. jacqueline was frozen in shock as  she felt O remove the plug, the pain not even registering.

 
René began kissing her again, insistently, feverishly. she almost couldn't breathe. his hands were stroking her back as she felt a seemingly  impossible object push against her ass.  Then such a pain ..sharp, stabbing.  No more thoughts , just pain...

 
When it was over, the men left and O comforted her.  jacqueline wondered  why o was so kind now, shouldn't she be upset and jealous?  O just smiled and kissed her with passion, and jacqueline had no time to ponder this change  of dynamic.

 
As she posed, remembering, she felt a pleasing throb...

 
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