It was obvious to Marge that Connie had been crying before she arrived. The first minutes of the meeting consisted of small talk until Marge said, "OK... sweetheart! What's the problem". There was momentary silence as Connie looked away and started to sob."I have really tried to be a good wife to your son but he just doesn't seem to care that much about me. This morning he told me that my 'ass is too big' and that my 'tits are saggy'". The sobs were so heavy at that point that she couldn't say. Do either of you have any questions?"By the time we told Julio we didn't have any questions, there was a man with a white coat at the door."Rodney will escort you to your table. If you ever have any problems and need help, please ask for me. My name's Julio and I'm the General Manager here at Eastside."Rodney took us into the restaurant to a round table set for two. He pulled out my chair and adjusted it after I sat down. Once we were seated, he picked up a couple of menus that were lying on. As I was kneeling before her, I could smell the intoxicating aroma of her womanly arousal. I motioned for her to sit on the end of the bed. She did so, then I removed her spiked heels. I left her stockings on intentionally, then began to undress. This was not a slow process, nor did I speed through the process of undressing. Every movement was well thought out and deliberate. I was in predator mode now: not to be rushed, and not to be hampered. I had identified my prey. When I was completely. They had expanded to a fair handful but they were the firmest, yet softest things that I ever remembered feeling. Encased in the free formed bra cups that nestled them gently within their confines, her every breath caused them to swell and grow smaller in size but remain firm and pliable to the contours of their captors. As I found the clasp and released the restraint, they shot out into the fresh air and stood proud for my eyes to explore. I eased the dress over her developed hips and as it.