It takes me an hour to arrive at the ‘place of vulnerability’. By now I am feeling more confident that I won’t be seen unintentionally, but desp...te my best intentions – and squatting – I have come twice already and am on the verge again. I can’t help it when I am in bondage and there is a risk of being seen. I grunt and struggle to release my wrists, pulling hard on one in the effort. There are indentations left in my skin, and my wrists feel bruised, when I finally succeed. I turn off the. I got dressed and went to move my truck as close to the school as possible. I left it running as I went back into my room, I locked the front entrance and turned off all my lights.I lead Mrs. Swanson to the door, looked for any witnesses and quickly moved to the truck. I lifted her up and pushed in. I did another glance for bystanders and closed the door. I hopped in the driver side and sped off. I sighed with relief once I couldn’t see the school anymore and headed back to my house. As I was. ?I accepted it gratefully and sipped while she regarded meappreciatively. ?You look beautiful, Pat. Really beautiful. Thoseclothes certainly become you. Am I a fashion genius or what?? The flashof her irrepressible humor put me somewhat more at ease, but not much.But as she turned me round, made me twirl, and ran her hands over thesoft fullness of my skirt, uttering small, doting compliments the while,I began to feel more relaxed, and more like her girlfriend indeed.At last she prevailed upon. They were without a doubt the biggest Alene ever saw. With all the power her spells gave, her Alene was still human, and no human can ignore breasts like Angie’s. As she went to her bra Alene was getting harder than diamond, and Angie couldn’t help but notice.“Like what you see?” Alene nodded yes as the bra fell to the floor and the huge boobs stood on their own, a true wonder of nature. Angie’s areolas, as big as dinner plates, looked perfectly natural on her boobs.It was clear that Alene was.