"You better do something aboutthat Greg. Not many girls have one of those." I turned and 'tucked'myself while she giggled. Then came a bra which she p...dded with somesmall breastforms. "I used these when I was younger, along with this."She held up a beige pantybrief. "It has built in padding Greg. It'llgive you a rounder shape." I stepped into them and then wearing my robe,she and I went to her bedroom where she put my damp hair in rollers. "Don't worry, I didn't use any gel so it will wash. It was wrong.And here she was, thinking these wicked thoughts in front of her Lady. In front of her Lady, and her future Lord.The melody shifted, and so did the servant girl’s fantasies. She remembered the day that she’d met Sansa’s husband-to-be. She couldn’t have imagined a more perfect beau; he was a divinely attractive creature, and kind. So kind. He’d smiled at her, where most noblemen didn’t even acknowledge her presence.He’d smiled at her, and that smile had soon entered her. "Everyone was very supportive," Jenny replied.Dr. Peterson asked if there were any questions. I didn't have the heart to say that her sexual appetites were getting out of hand. If I had a chance, I'd get Dr. Peterson a lone for a second and would ask her about this little problem we are having at night.Before we left, for our personal survival, we made sure that we had the pictures of the sonogram to take back with us to the gym again.We made good time driving back to the gym. It was almost. "Nnngh, getting close. Let me set the mood first." She lit a candle onthe coffee table, sitting on her couch, and using a nearby speaker remoteto play some slow, smooth jazz. Her hands were rubbing all over herbelly, with more and more bulges straining over the surface of it. Herright arm reached under her neck, and began to pull at it. Suddenly itstretched out, as more of it loosened. Eileen's face started to spread,stretching to the left and the right, until two heads popped out frombehind.