Not in the tub

Hours later Tamara came out of her frenzied haze in a tub very nearly full, with a mix of pussy juice and breast milk. Oddly it smelled just like the sweet pastry she'd had earlier on. Sadly it seemed said pastry had worn off, as her boobs were back to normal. In other words, they were gone. She shook her chest left to right, already missing the feeling of the weight swinging out of them

Feeling her mind clearing and her capacity to think returning, she drained the tub.

She was begining to enjoy the experience of spending all night in a frantic sex haze, rather than sleeping the hours away, far more than she'd likely admit.

Still, she couldn't stay at home playing with herself all day, no matter how amazing that pizza made the experience. So, she put on some clean leggings, her running shoes and a sports top.

She was out for nearly an hour or so, but on her way home, she passed The Palates Pleasure, as she did, there was an imposingly tall woman who stepped out of the place and called to her

''Miss Fielding, would you kindly come here so I may speak with you?''

Tamara didn't know who this lady was, much less how she knew her last name, but she felt oddly compelled to do as she was asked. So, she turned and approached the woman

As she got close she realized just how much the woman towered over her. She was eye level to the imposing womans bust line. Long jet black hair held up with a hair clip containing a white flower and long black dress making her even more of a sight to behold. Dark makeup perfectly highlighting her features, and ruby lipstick drawing the eye perfectly

''Umm, yes ma'am?'' Tamara couldn't explain exactly why, but she felt she must address this woman with immense respect