The Overflowing Bra

“Tess,” The Mistress said, stroking the large wall of one of Tess' breasts fondly. “Ohhhh. Tess! I am so sorry to tell you this, but.. but...” The Mistress wiped a tear from her eye, “I can no longer afford to keep you here at the spa. It is a matter of economics, Dear.” And so the bids for Tess commenced...

The Mistress told her she would be having a visit from The Unknown Client tonight.. She knew he liked to abuse her, but in the most provocative ways! Her triple hearts beat in time to the music. It had been two months since her operation and the Mistress thought she was ready to go back to work.

It was a dismal sunset, gray and gloomy, the snow in permanent snow globe mode. Tess would like to close the heavy curtains and hide the sight of the empty patio and pool filled with snow, but she did not want to get up from under the numerous blankets draped over her huge bosoms. Mindy burst into the room....

Tess came to the attention of The Mistress at The Spa when she was just a skinny waif. Now she is wondering if she could somehow get out of her room and join the fun in the pool on such a lovely day. (It would be nice to find someone to illustrate this series of stories.)