Anita’s lives with his husband and a 6 year old daughter, husband works in a company who leaves house at 7 o clk in the morning returns back at 9pm ...n eve her daughter goes to school around 8am and comes home at 2pm, so she is free literly whole day as she only has to make lunch and dinn rest sweeping, mopping and washing clothes etc,etc. after making her lunch she comes to my home to help my mum in her work.We have really good relation with her family sometimes when I am at home she flirts. " No."Irene dug herself in like a badger ready for a fight. She thought onhow to make it worse and remembered that she had that home perm kit fortomorrow night. The threat of a perm had to make Bob conform to herwishes. He was being rebellious and growing his hair a little long.It was at his shoulder. Her and her husband both did not like it. Shesmiled and said, "Yes, and now I will give you a perm." You know Dad will not like this."Irene knew she had to at least tell her husband before. Apparently, my chest wasn't as big as the chosen model so that was about to be resolved. I felt the hot rubbery material start spraying on my chest and I whimpered feeling it tighten to my skin. More and more were pumped onto me as my small B cups grew larger and larger. The weight on my chest was easy several times more than before but they finally stopped.The printer for clothes had also just finished. I was once again raised up into the air as multiple arms came to life and began dressing me. "Just turn your chair, Diane. Let me help."She blinked, shaking her head slowly. "Jessica, look...I'm not..."I licked my lips, and she stopped talking. My heart leapt again. "All you have to do," I said even more slowly, in a voice barely above a whisper, "is turn your chair. It's okay."She stared back at me, suddenly biting her lip in an uncharacteristic gesture of uncertainty. I stepped around the edge of her desk, and her head turned to follow me. I noticed that the collar of her blouse was.