She was on tiptoe and her head and breasts were hanging down in front of the stool. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Then they started moving forward very slowly. This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. Dorothy looked young enough that maybe those boobs didn’t really need being held up. I think that outfit is part of being Lady Lucille because the Snow White Lucille wore the same outfit in a larger size, but she carried a thin wooden cane rather than a long, black, shiny leather tawse. After the screams subsided, Dorothy again returned her feet to the ground. Back before they moved the bar, she was a rather curvy raven-haired beauty with a very high-pitched Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs voice and skin to match. Meanwhile, yellow and green were backing red into the ropes. Then the bell rang three times. She created quite a wave of oil as she slid across the
