A few days later Angel told Gretel to prepare herself carefully. Fifi, the dark-haired girl, bathed her. This time she was given a black satin dress to wear. Once again it fitted perfectly, while revealing more of her bosom than was decent. Does he like my breasts, she wondered. Should they be bigger? Should the n*****s be more prominent? I suppose all girls worry about such things, she mused.
Angel told her that she should not eat too much dinner, because afterwards there would be guests. The food was so delicious that it was hard for her to hold back, but she knew that a full stomach would not be conducive to the kind of performance that would be required of her, even though she had no real idea what that might be.
The guests proved to be a distinguished-looking middle-aged man with gr
