Caterina’s training Monday-Wednesday

Monday-Body Inspection

"First lesson is exhibitionism and body inspection." Jessica explained, striding in front of Caterina with a stern expression on her face. Caterina noted that it seemed like Jessica was enjoying herself. "A good **** of her Master must never be ashamed of their body, because it is not their body. A ****'s body belongs to her Master.”

Caterina nodded along, trying to hide the bundle of nerves in her stomach as she listened to Jessica. She couldn’t pretend she wasn’t nervous, she had never done anything like this before and now her life was on the line.

“Take a good look at my body for example. Before I was certainly born sexy but my Master was not satisfied with my body so he enlarged my tits for his own pleasure with no regard for my comfort or practicality. And then, yesterday, when he found that my body was becoming an annoyance to him, he remade my body again. Because it’s my body, his choice dear Caterina. His choice of how big my tits should be, his choice how big my ass, and it is my job to live with it.” Jessica explained, rubbing her hands over her tits. Caterina remembered her Master had gotten impatient yesterday after Jessica’s oversized tits had caused her to drop another meal. Causing him to eventually relent and change Jessica’s breasts to a still legendary size, but no longer quite so oversized.

“Right, yes. My body belongs to my Master, not myself.” Caterina said, her words thought steady were teetering on a gasp. It wasn’t something she was used to, and she would still need some time getting adapted to these new circumstances.

“Now my dear, strip.”

“Wha-what?” Caterina said, taken aback by the suddenness of the order.

“I said strip, and my dear pet, I would recommend that you do so without hesitation in the future." Jessica scolded, her eyes brimming with sadistic joy. "Your Master will be certain to expect you to strip at a moment’s notice. Any further hesitation will result in proper discipline. Understand?”

“I… yes Jessica.” Caterina said, bowing her head slightly. She started to tentatively pull her dress over her shoulders. She was slow, not because of any seductive intent, but because she was shy. Caterina had never been the sort of woman to strip down completely or engage in strip games. So her hands were trembling as she slowly pulled herself out of the dress.

First came her cravat, which was easily removed. Then came the buttons on her corset, it had never been an easy fit, so it was a bit difficult to unbutton, but when she got one or two off it started to burst off. Then came her skirt and sleeves, soon she was standing in just her underwear, trying to hide what she could with her hands, her face tinged pink.

"All of it Caterina, don't be cute. You know it all needs to come off." Jessica said, her voice ringing with joy and glee as she spoke.

"Right of course." Caterina said, her trembling hands returned to her bra and panties. She started by reaching behind her back, unbuttoning her bra. It fell to the floor and Caterina could now feel the breeze trace across her nipples. It was not any easier to also pull her panties to the floor as she pulled them down as well. She could not stop her arms from drifting to cover her breasts and pussy.

"Put your heels on darling. Our Master likes see his girls in high heels. Or at least he does for me, it helps give proper posture.” Jessica said, clearly enjoying Caterina’s experience.

“R-right. Of course.” Caterina took a deep breath, she slipped her feet into the high heels she’d previously discarded and stood as straight as possible. "So how do I look?"

“Excellent my dear, your body is so wonderfully proportioned. Designed as if sculpted from porn art itself." Jessica said, tracing a hand across Caterina's curves, making the young girl shiver at the older woman's touch. "Which I suppose they were."

Caterina felt a knot in her chest start to uncurl as she received the praise. Perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all.

“But now my dear it is time for a test.” Jessica said, stunning Caterina. “Oh don’t be like that my dear, you’ll never advance anywhere if you don’t push yourself. Now…”

Jessica’s eyes darted around, as if she was trying to think of another part to the lesson on the spot. Then they came to the window, and a smile came to her face. “Press your body against the window.”

Caterina hesitated. “But everyone will see me.”

“That’s the point my dear. Your body is fantastic, a lovely work of art with tits that would make any man drool. It’ll be only a matter of time before he wants to show you off to the public." Jessica explained, hands still roaming across Caterina's body. "That is how these superior men think. They love to show their women off to each other, to brag about the women they’ve scored with. And like any good trophy they should not be covered but presented for all to see. So Caterina you’re going to have to get over this shame of yours.”

“Oh, I see.” Caterina said looking to the window nervously. It wasn’t a French window or anything, from outside they’d only be able to see the upper side of Caterina’s body. Still, it was embarrassing.

Caterina still managed to find the strength to move, and even through her embarrassment she could still sense a slight excitement at the thought. It wasn’t just nerves causing her heart to beat as she pressed her fingers and tits against the window.

“Excellent work my dear girl, now how do you feel?” Jessica purred, her voice all of a sudden becoming smoother and more reassuring as she spoke.

“It’s not so bad actually. As long as I don’t look down I can imagine that no one is actually looking at-YEOOCH!” Caterina squealed as a sharp slap was delivered to her ass.

“You’re missing the point little girl.” Jessica growled, seizing Caterina’s hair. “This isn’t about your sense of modesty. You’re a woman, your feelings don’t matter compared to the desires of your superior male master.”

There was a sadistic, gleeful energy in Jessica’s voice. She was in her element here, that much was made all the clearer when Jessica slipped her middle finger into Caterina’s pussy. A pussy which, it should be noted, was not entirely dry. “You should embrace the possibility that they’re staring at your tits. It should be an honour! A sign that your wonderful body is deserving for your Master. You shouldn’t just accept the stares, but embrace them!”

Caterina nodded, Jessica’s logic making a lot of sense as she turned her gaze to her streets. She **** herself to imagine that those strangers were looking at her, ogling her, leering at her tits and body because that would be a sign of how her body was a trophy for her Master like Jessica said. It wasn't easy, her every instinct was trying to get her to stop, but another feeling of excitement was also bubbling in her stomach.

But Caterina hadn’t forgotten that she needed to learn to embrace the thought of others staring at her. So she made sure to gaze upon the streets, to her mixed feelings of relief and disappointment, there was no one staring up at her. The window was after all small and several stories above the ground.

But then Caterina saw her. Between the police officer and the mother with a stroller was none other than Lena Fey. Caterina felt her breath hitch in her throat as she saw her. Lena Fey was from the game ‘Drawn this Way’. The player character’s landlord who started to investigate the appearance of fictional characters into reality.

She was part of a bad ending.

Caterina’s fingers on the window gripped closer. If Lena Fey investigated her Master too closely, or he went broke then she’d find out the secret of the notebook and it would be all over!

"SLAP!"

Caterina let out a yelp as she felt Jessica hand spank against her ass again. "Pay attention, your lessons are not over for today and I expect your full focus if you’re going to be good enough for Master.”

“Yes Jessica, sorry Jessica.”

Tuesday: Shopping

Surprisingly, Jessica had planned for the second’s day training to not take place in their Master’s apartment. Instead she had changed into a new outfit that their Master had provided with his notebook. She was dressed to be both incognito and slutty, with a purple cocktail dress, a fur stola, high heels with straps up to her knees and a pair of sunglasses to conceal her identity.

“Today my dear Caterina, the topic is fashion! It is simply natural that a good **** to our Master ought to look the part." Jessica said, striding confidently forwards. She was drawing stares from those they passed, and Jessica was preening under their gaze. "Remember your outfit is a statement, a statement to both the world and to our Master.”

“So I need to dress like a slut?” Caterina asked, her sapphire eyes nervously darting between the different onlookers. Most of their attention was drawn to Jessica, but there was no shortage of stares sent towards Caterina’s own busty body.

“To an extent of course, but it is not quite so simple. After all whilst it is certainly important to show off your tits and ass as they are a woman’s most important features, there are other aspects to clothing to consider.” Jessica explained, her voice as quiet as a whisper as they walked so the crowds couldn’t hear.

“Other aspects, like what?” Caterina asked, eyeing the crowds a little nervously.

“Well your body is your Master’s prize, as are the clothes you wear. And to that end what is the greater trophy? One who is dressed in rags or the one who is dressed in jewellery?” Jessica explained, looking at Caterina with an encouraging smile.

“The one who is dressed in jewellery.”

“Exactly, so it’s not enough for you to simply prance around in a bikini my dear, it would be easy for us to simply strip down to our birthdays suits and walk around naked, but so could anyone. The outfits we wear are reflective of our status, and the higher our status is, the better it reflects on our Master.” Jessica explained, but it was all still enough to make Caterina’s head spin.

“Oh gosh, you’ve obviously put so much thought into this. I’m struggling to keep up.” Caterina pined playfully, rubbing her head.

“Thought? Oh, you silly girl, I’m a dumb slut. No thinking in this noggin.” Jessica said with an airheaded smile and a tap to her forehead.

“Maybe not with books, or maths, but it’s clear that you’re extremely wise when it comes to serving your Master and you’re already teaching me loads.” Caterina said, beaming and boring into Jessica’s eyes.

For a moment, Jessica stopped walking, looking at Caterina as if she had seen the face of an angel. A blush started to appear on the red-headed woman’s face and Caterina felt her heart start to beat. “Oh I’m sorry. I must have forgotten how important it is for you to be a dumb slut exactly as our-"

"Caterina." Jessica's voice was different, different enough to make Caterina pause. "It's okay. I’m actually a bit flattered.”

“Oh. Well happy to flatter you.” Caterina said, beaming. “So you’re saying we’re going to go shopping for new clothes to make sure our Master enjoy us more.”

“Pretty much, we’ll want a good combination of style, slutty and substance, and here is where we’ll get it.” Jessica said, leading Caterina into a fancy boutique. Inside there were gleaming rows of racks filled with gorgeous dresses, each maintained so that there was not a single crease nor speck of dust.

They reminded Caterina of the dresses in her mother’s room in her past life. Rows upon rows of the most gorgeous, elegant and expensive dresses in every colour. Separate aisles for formal, casual, lingerie, and swimwear and yet even the most casual outfits would cost a small fortune.

“It’s important to dress to impress and to arouse. Your current outfit is expensive, but not quite slutty enough.” Jessica explained, throwing clothes over her shoulder with a critical eye. Caterina was nodding along but her attention was elsewhere.

Specifically it was on Lana Fey, muttering to someone. Maybe another friend of hers, Caterina crept closer, as casually as she could.

“And she’s still texting me, trying to fix our relationship. You’d think she’d get the hint.” Lena complained, her eyebrows furrowed in fury. She was speaking to a girl that Caterina didn’t recognise. “And no she hasn’t ditched that cheating whore.”

“The arrogance of some people.” The other girl said. “I hope the divorce proceeds leave you with everything that fucker ever owned.”

“Sadly she’s got a good lawyer.” Lana Fey said, with a sigh. “Bastard pervert. It’s probably because the whore she’s fucked is willing to do threesomes. Shallow fucker.”

Caterina listened curiously, none of this was in the games. She could see that Lena was angry, but the tremor in her body also might be worry as well. As furious as she looked, she was worried as well.”

“PERFECT!” Jessica cheered, snapping Caterina’s attention back to why she had come here in the first place. “These will be perfect for you.”

Jessica heaped a pile of clothes into Caterina’s arms, smiling brightly. “Your new clothes, both fashionable and fuckable, like a good **** should be.”

“Wha?” Caterina asked, only at that moment remembering that she had gone shopping for a **** outfit. “Oh this all looks-“

Slutty? Impractical? Absurd? Caterina felt worried and nervous, but she could see in Jessica’s eyes that she would need to wear these clothes if she were to become the **** she needed to become. Now that she thought about it, would this raise one of the stats she needed? The misogyny one perhaps? Or maybe it would be a sign of loyalty? Then again it could be her sex skill stat?

In the end what did it matter, this was her mission, her only way to avoid her doom. Caterina had spent hours grinding Drawn this Way, and plenty of those hours were spent customising those sex slaves. A guilty pleasure, but part of the game all the same.

“Right, will do.” Caterina rushed to the changing room and closed the curtain behind her. But quickly she started to wonder if that had been unnecessary. The outfit she had worn was barely better than naked, but if Jessica could wear this then so could she.

When she emerged Caterina emerged in what could only be described as a pornographic parody of her old outfit. It was the same shade of blue as her old dress, made of the same material as well and even had the same corsage.

But that was all it had in common, now instead of the modest attire there was acres of cleavage, where they that once been a ballroom skirt there was now only an elegant loincloth, leaving her legs bare and a simple gust of wind could expose her bare pussy. Even her midriff was exposed, there were strippers dressed more conservatively than her, with a pair of blue high heels with her.

“So how do I look Jessica?” Caterina asked, with a tepid smile as she stepped out of the dressing room.

“Wonderful my dear, absolutely wonderful.” Jessica said, clapping like a mother watching her daughter. “Brings a tear to my eye.”

Jessica’s words of encouragement were enough to sooth at least a few of Caterina’s nerves and her smile became a little less ****. At least it was until she heard a shriek of disgust from over her shoulder.

“I thought this was supposed to be a refined establishment. But even here, perverts, whores, I’m surrounded by them.” Lana Fey snarled, storming off, having parted with her friend, but Caterina didn't fail to notice the tear dropping down her cheek. Caterina reached out as if to comfort her over her divorce but the words died in her throat. Thankfully, she was then interrupted by Jessica slapping a comforting hand on Caterina's back.

"Ignore her Caterina, if she is a woman who thinks that she can wear something as prudish as that then she’s even dumber than me.” Jessica said, laughing as she spoke. “Now come on let’s find some makeup for you.”

Caterina however ignored Jessica and chased after Lana Fey and was able to catch her just before she left the store. “Hey wait!”

Lana Fey turned as Caterina grabbed her arm, looking at Caterina as if she was a piece of dung under her feet. “Do I know you?”

Caterina’s words stuck in her throat, so determined she was to say something that she never considered what she should say. She had never gotten the eviction ending, only read about it through spoiler-free guides so she knew nothing about Lana Fey directly. “I overheard you talking before. About your girlfriend.”

Lana Fey drew in a sharp icy breath, and her posture straightened, but before Caterina could question herself or make any thought on what to do next she pulled Lana Fey into a hug. “That must have been so cruel, you must be so angry.”

She could feel a lump forming in Lana Fey’s throat. “It was humiliating, insulting.”

“I know.” Caterina said, pulling her in tighter. “And I’m here for you.”

She didn’t know why she said it, but she hadn’t regretted it either. “You’re a stranger, why?”

“Because you’re hurting. And for the record my name is Caterina Claes.” Caterina said with a beaming smile. Slowly Caterina pulled back and let Lana Fey go, with a slightly less sad expression than before.

"Thank you then, Caterina." She said before leaving. "I hope we meet again."

Caterina didn't say anything because she was all too aware that the only way they'd meet again was in the eviction ending, and that was an ending that would mean her doom. So she was silent as she watched Lana Fey, wishing that she’d said more.

“What a stupid bitch.” Jessica said, and Caterina was sure she was scowling behind her. “To think that she would break up with her girlfriend over such a trivial detail. Does she not understand that the whole reason that lesbians exist is to put on a lewd show for men.”

Caterina didn’t say anything, she knew that in the rules of the ‘Drawn this way’ universe that was technically true, it was a porn game after all, but still Caterina didn’t want to say the words aloud. “Well it can be tough, I just want to make her feel better.”

“Hmpf… she should be happy to know that her wife has found a hot whore to fuck. The bigger the harem, and the lewder the lesbian sex, the better it is for her Master’s prestige.” Jessica huffed, voice dripping in offence. “A good thing girls like you and me know better. In fact perhaps we ought to accelerate your training in putting on a show. A good thing I’m appropriately addressed.”

“What do you meaaaaa-“ Caterina’s voice died in her throat as she turned around to find Jessica in a red dominatrix outfit. Her maid bonnet had been replaced with a spiked headband, across her arms were latex opera gloves, her skirt had been replaced with a leotard with navel deep cleavage. Her legs were clad in black fishnets and were carried on scarlet platform heels.

“I thought it was only proper that as your teacher that I should have a uniform to fit the role.” Jessica said, stretching in her uniform. “A woman should only be dominant over other women, so it rare that I am granted the honour of domination, but it’s important for your training."

"You've really put a lot of thought into this Jessica, you really are a hardworking **** and skilled at your job. Our Master is lucky to have you." Caterina said, with an impressed smile.

Jessica placed a hand to her mouth coquettishly. "Flattery my dear will get you everywhere, but it is no trouble. In this case business is very much pleasure.”

Wednesday- Endurance Training

"Now, Caterina, before we can train you to take dick, we need to train you for pleasure and stamina. So we’ll be beginning our endurance tests.” Jessica told Caterina, her voice dripping with lust and joy.

They were back in the apartment today, and today their Master was working from home, so they were cramped in Jessica’s bedroom. A tight enclosed space that had little breathing room, simply because their Master’s apartment wasn’t built to handle more than two people, and Caterina had to sleep on the couch. Jessica’s bedroom was the old guest room, and their Master had naturally taken the best one when he had moved in.

“You must keep going Caterina, push yourself further!” Jessica said, her latex clad fingers digging into Caterina’s pussy. They had been going like this for over an hour now, but no sign of slowing down.

“I’m might need a moment Jessica.” Caterina gasped, her breathes coming in **** pants. Jessica offered her no released however and simply dug her fingers in deeper, and more savagely.

“A moment? A moment? You don’t get a moment. Your time belongs to your Master, your moments are his moments. What if one day our Master wants to marathon fuck you? Will you plead for a moment then?” Jessica hissed, voice filled with sadism and pleasure.

“AH-AH-ssssorrry J…Jessica!” Caterina moaned, her body trembling, her every nerve tingling as her clothes stuck to her sweaty back as her body was pushed to the breaking point.

Jessica’s face became one of perverted sadistic pleasure as she redoubled her efforts to push Caterina to the edge, groping her own tits as she did so. “Don’t cum! You’re not allowed to cum! We still have hours to go!”

“But…but…” Caterina whimpered. How was she supposed to avoid cumming? They were supposed to be doing this for hours? How? Her every cell seemed to be burning with a need for release, she was trembling with need, and yet she was supposed to hold it in?

“This body…” Jessica snarled, seizing a handful of Caterina’s left breast in a hand. The latex glove like ice against Caterina’s burning flesh. “Is not yours, it belongs to your Master. If he wants it to cum, you will. If he wants to deny your orgasm, you will deny it. If he wants you to suffer for his pleasure, then you will suffer. If he wants you to die for his amusement, then you will die.”

“Seems a little **** Jessica.” Their Master said, standing at the door standing at the door with a pleased grin and his arms folded. Caterina hadn’t seen much of him since her arrival into the world of ‘Drawn this Way.’ She didn’t want to fail another stat roll and screw up again, she could only hope some of her stats had increased. Maybe her sex stat was up from ‘frigid virgin’ to ‘experimenting college student’ at the very least.

“A little exaggeration Master, just to get the point across.” Jessica said, pouting with puppy dog eyes. She seemed to really enjoy the sadistic elements.

“Don’t worry Master. I know that Jessica is only doing her best to be the best mistress to me possible." Caterina panted, with difficulty. She had remembered it from the game, in 'Drawn this Way' Caterina Claes had been a target with one of the lowest loyalty and misogyny scores, and sadism was one of the best ways to grind the misogyny stat. "Sometimes she can be cruel, but I can see in her eyes a perverted passion to make sure you can have the best sex **** possible. She really wants to make sure we can please you together."

Every bit of Caterina's sweaty and well fucked body oozed arousal and desperation, apart from her eyes which shimmered with sincere delight as she spoke. But Caterina wasn't aware of that, so she was quite confused when Jessica looked away awkwardly as if overwhelmed and her Master shook his head in bemusement. Was that a failed roll? Caterina wasn’t sure.

But they were interrupted, a knock at the door. Harsh, firm and impatient, and their Master froze.

“Oh fuck.” He gasped, face going pale. “That was today.”

“Master?” Jessica said, head cocking in innocent confusion. “What’s the matter?”

But Caterina knew the answer, she remembered the games, this exact scenario. It was the eviction ending! “Master, you have remembered to save money haven’t you?”

His face was as white as a sheet. “I did but then Jessica said she needed money for outfits and I…well you looked so sexy in them I couldn’t resist.”

Caterina felt her stomach drop, she had been so stupid. How could she forget? And after seeing Lana Fey that very day as well. Caterina couldn’t believe it, her doom was here, and so soon as well!

There was another knock at the door, louder and less patient this time. “I know you’re in there! Half of the apartment heard the moans, so don’t pretend you’re not there!”

Caterina felt her stomach sinking deeper as a red blush came across her cheeks. She scrambled to her feet, voice silent but her feet in a panic. Inside her head she could hear five Caterina’s running around in circles, panicking as flames burst out and columns crumbled around them.

Another knock, fiercer, louder and last patient. Their Master looked between the two girls and the door. “Stay here and be quiet.”

Caterina nodded, as did Jessica but when their Master closed the bedroom door, Jessica tiptoed to the door and listened through the crack. Heart thumping in her throat when her Master opened the door.

“Lana I-“

“You’re late.” She replied curtly. “Late on rent.”

“Ive never been late before. I’ve just had…unexpected expenses. Surely you can wait -“

“No.” Lana Fey interrupted sharply. “You knew that when you moved it. If I start bending the rules on the rent for you, soon everyone will start doing it. I made that perfectly clear when you moved in.”

Caterina’s blood became even colder. She wanted to pull away from the door, to hide somewhere and cower away from her approaching doom. But her legs wouldn’t move, and she was **** to listen.

“Please if you’d just listen to-“

“Pack your things. You’re evicted, do it now and I won’t call the cops. Don’t make a scene.” Lana Fey said coldly, staring their Master with a tranquil fury.

“W-wait-“ Caterina said, forgetting her orders and tumbling through the door. Her Master turning around in horror, his face even more pale. Lana Fey’s expression softened into simple surprise. “Please, I understand how seriously you must take your rules, you must have to deal with all sorts of liars and cheats who think they can walk all over you.”

Caterina clasped Lana’s hands in her own, Lana’s eyes were wide with shock and disgust. Oh, she must have noticed the sweat and the smell that Caterina was wearing, Caterina flushed.

“You’re… you’re his girlfriend?” Lana Fey said, looking between Caterina and her Master with surprise.

“Well something like that.” Her Master said with a shrug. Lana Fey studied Caterina intensely, her expression unreadable.

“You have one more week, but not a minute more.” She said, turning on her heel and leaving.

“Oh thank you.” Her Master said, but Lana Fey couldn’t care and had already walked away in a fierce stride. Caterina however felt the need to do more so she rushed past her Master and caught up to Lana Fey on the stairs.

“LANA!” She shrieked, and Lana had just enough time to turn around in surprise when Caterina pulled her into a bear gripping hug. “THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!”

“It’s-it’s nothing…really.” She gasped, frowning even as she was lifted off her feet. “No need for thank yous.”

“But I really appreciate it and I want to thank you.” Caterina said, beaming and letting her go, still clutching Lana’s hands in hers.

“There’s really no need for thank you.” Lana said, looking away. Caterina giggled.

“It’s funny, people always say that but then they feel bad about themselves because they think they’re useless. Perhaps people want to be thanked more than they think?” Caterina’s smile is wide and disarming and for some reason Lana Fey’s cheeks turn red.

“Well if you’re going to insist.” She hissed, but there was no bite to her voice. Then her eyes became nervous and downcast. “My apartment, has been awfully lonely since Sofia left.”

The name sounded like ash on her tongue and Caterina was tempted to give her another hug but decided better on it. “I would love to Lana, I would be happy to visit.”

Catering allowed herself to be led to Lana’s apartment, it was slightly bigger than her Master’s but also much cleaner and better decorated. Admittedly it seemed to be the result of hard work and neatness rather than a wealth difference.

“This is a very nice apartment Lana, very well furnished. You must have put a lot of hard work into it.”

“At least someone appreciates it.” She muttered, harshly. Avoiding the conversation, Caterina’s eyes darted around for a conversation topic to use. Unfortunately they instead laid on a photo and Caterina realised with a sad jolt that it was a picture of her wife.

She was a pretty woman, more than pretty. A sexy Latino officer with wide hips, sizeable breasts and if Caterina were to be candid, a huge, sexy fuckable ass. She didn’t look like a bitch in this photo, her smile was warm and cheerful.

She was Sofia, and now that Caterina saw the images she recognised her. Another character part of a separate doomed path, if the investigation ending occurred then Sofia would discover the notebook and proceed to destroy it and arrest the Master for ‘sexual harassment’. Such a path likely also destroyed the different girls but it was always a matter of fan debate whether that was the case.

“Caterina?” Lana Fey asked, finally snapping her back to the present.

“Oh sorry, I was just distracted.” Caterina squealed, turning around with squark as she plastered a smile on her face. Then her pupils widened until they encompassed her whole irises were encompassed with pupil as her nostrils were filled with the delightful, sugary sensation. “You have cake!”

“Oh this…” Lana Fey said, looking down at her muffins that she must have had leftover and was offering to Caterina. “This is nothing.”

“It’s cake! It’s everything.” Caterina squealed delighted, looking at Lana blush again for whatever reason. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

A/N: Now before people get their pitchforks and torches (and cotton candy, can’t have a riot without cotton candy) for reducing the size of Jessica’s tits, but I’ll be honest I’ve just kind of found the hyper boobs a bit ridiculous. If anyone wants to copy and paste the chapter and make photos with Jessica’s boobs the old size go ahead.

I’ve been feeling low at the moment since I won’t be getting benefits this month and my application to a job failed, so I might be a bit slower with the next one. Ideas will certainly help, like what lessons Jessica should be teaching Caterina for the next week for example.

Hope everyone enjoys