Her body finally gave a long shudder and then hung limp. Her eyes took on a blank stare and began to glaze over. As Terry relaxed his grip, her legs b...ckled and she started sliding down the wall. He put one arm behind her and then reached down and picked up her legs. He carried the limp body down the hall to one of the small conference rooms and lay her out on the oak table. Closing the door he turned on the lights and looked over the body. The strapless gown had slipped and both naked breasts. When I got out, she was dressed, but in a long robe. Damn, I wanted to let those breasts fold out from her bra, and to play with her panties on for a while. I was also afraid of perfume...hard to get that off. As I went to her, she reached out, smelled fresh but no perfume, and led me to the couch. She had poured some cold water and sat me down. She sat close, hard not to as she was pretty large. Her breasts, tummy, and thighs all blended into a series of folds. I knew that the timer was not. She was watching TV with her glasses on. Her left breast was showing out of her blouse and it was huge like a kids’ soccer ball. It’s been a few years since I played with those melons. In the recent years, she wanted me to play with them but I refused. The last I fucked her was about 10 years ago when I was in school. So she’s not new to me. I knew the directions of her body. I made a flirtatious eye contact with her with a small smile. She smiled back at me for two seconds and changed her. There were also restraining straps near the base of each leg. I had never seen anything like it and it made my stomach swim with butterflies! “Step up on the horse and bend over it,” he commanded. “What are you going to do to me,” I said in a low whisper. “You will address me as sir from now on. I am going to strap you down to the horse and prepare you for your punishment. Now come up here and bend over the horse” he said in a sterner voice. “Yes sir,” I said, again in a low voice. I walked up.