Cora felt the woman's chest as she was pulled in to her.  Her face about the same level as the woman's breasts.  Even with the her shirt on now, she could tell that the woman's flesh was tone, strong.  Her breasts soft, yet not soft like Cora's own large breasts... soft like a firm down pillow.  Like her master had.<br/><br/>"Oh, I...  I don't know.  I suppose I was five or so when my parents sold me to the kitchen."  Cora paused for a moment, struggling in her mind.  So many years past, how many?  She didn't know.  "I...  I guess I don't know how old I am."<br/><br/>