Well, as you can guess, I gave in, and he started the therapy about a week after our talk. After about a year of the therapy, he had developed breasts...of 34c, and I admit, they looked good on him. The therapy also made his voice a little higher, his butt a little more shapely, and his skin softer. During this whole time he never dated, and I asked him about this. His reply shocked me even more. He said he was saving himself for the man that he loved. When I asked him who it was, he said it was. I won't fib anymore, I promise".I know you won't Pammy. Now, have you felt any side effects? Any cravings for drugs?" Gee no sir (she called me sir!) I don't like those bad drugs anymore! But I get so horny lately, it makes me crazy! I just play with my little cunny all day. Am I a bad girl mister?"No dear, you can't help it. Us Doctors call it Affective Nymphomanic Response Syndrome. Do you know what that is?" I don't know those big words Doctor. What does it mean?" You're a slut Pammy, a. Then came the clothes. Lots of skirts that would reveal her legs and thighs, high heel shoes to accentuate her legs and round booty that she was rather fond of.Anyone could have nice tits if they paid enough for them, but not everyone could have a booty like hers. It also didn’t help that she really enjoyed it when she was spanked while having sex. She remembered a few of her sexual partners always enjoying spanking her ass, telling her how it excited them to see it jiggle.But no matter what,. Bas ek aur lady dikh rahi thi dusri aur, wo bhi bikni mein hi thi. Isse neeta ki jhijhak khatm hui. Hum dono ne 2 araam kursi pe apne saman rakhe.Maine apna top nikala aur bikni mein pool ke pass ke shower mein nahane lagi. Neeta ne bhi apne top aur lower utar diye aur mujhe shower mein join kiya. Pahli baar bikni mein use dekha. Sacchi uski boobs bikni mein samhal hi nahi rahe the. aadhe se jyada chuchi to free thi. Meri niyat dole jaye to koi mard to khade khade apna paani chhor de. Phir hum.