2nd door. Here we go. Lucy turned the handle and stepped inside. Bright lights made the white stage seem even brighter, almost blinding, as she wande...ed in. Already somewhere was waiting to greet her. ‘You must be Lucy, my name is Sylvia. Come right this way and we’ll get you taken care of.’ Sylvia spoke a mile a minute as she lead the bewildered glamor model through the maze of people and set pieces. ‘…and here we are. Just drop your stuff off and get in the chair, the stylist will be by. A larger suit slowly formed around the fat slob.Renee stopped and caught her breath as she walked towards the deposition room. It was times like this that she hated being overweight... but food was one of the sole pleasures of her solitary life. When Mark, her long lost love, had run into her the other day, he didn't even recognize her until she, nearly weeping, identified herself. Since then, she found more and more solace in food, and her weight just kept gaining. Who knew where this hell of. Man takes line. I become more comfortable. Man pours another drink but taste alot stronger, I ignore. Talks about various things etc. Finishes drink.Offers green substance wrapped in paper. He lights and smokes afew then passes. Inhale. Feelings very relaxed. Pours another strong drink. Feeling relaxed and fun. He begins touching me.. I took sip and allow him. Start stroking his legs moving towords his cock. He does line. I do line. I finish my drink and have afew more puffs.I feel his cock. Especially the thigh pieces.”I had moved next to Nandini and was standing in a position through which I could admire her side pose. Unknowingly, looking at her milky thighs, I uttered about the thigh pieces.“Thighs, huh. Yeah, the most tender pieces you will find in the gravy. Of course, there are breasts too.”As soon as I heard breasts, my eyes moved from her thighs to her big boobs. From the side, they looked like huge mangoes.“Nikhil, what happened, dear?”“Uh. Nothing, aunty. If you don’t.