Then she reached down with her hand for my zipper, pulling it down. She pulled my pants down, then off and kneeled down in front of me as I stood in m... boxers."So this is business for you then? Just you wanting to get back at Trish, huh?" I asked as she pushed me back onto the couch. She stuck her boots on my leg as I took them off for her, one by one. Then she kneeled over my face with her tits, looking me in the eye. "I'm just here to prove that I'm better than her at everything. Especially. My thighs trembled and tiny electric thrills rippled through my lower abdomen as Timmy's trembling finger tips hesitatingly touched the fluffy blonde mound through my sheer panties. Timmy's fingers slowly became more aggressive and their virgin pressure had a maddening effect."Take them, darling," I whimpered, my body swaying dangerously in front of him. I moaned, feeling his trembling fingers pulling my panties down, his face flushed, only inches away from my quivering abdomen. I felt his gaze. "I endorse everything Sam's just said, but please be careful. I had both the VA top brass here in DC, and a very senior general from the Pentagon, tell me yesterday how grateful they were that you managed to bring this out into the open. They apparently think the whole nasty business was about to be spread to other VA institutions out there."Anyway, well done."That was the end of it – they just left me staring at the phone in my hand. John Scott could be a bit abrupt, but this was ridiculous.I. I was smaller, no question, but I was wearing nothing but sweats and loose shirts, even around the house. I was scared to get on the scales, afraid to find out I had lost only a paltry amount, but no, the difference in my body was far too pronounced. I had to have lost at least close to my target figure. Then I realized there were some old clothes, stuck back in the closet, unworn for many years. I knew about what I weighed when I was in them… And so I approached the closet. There was a pair of.