Then he realized he was wearing a woman's tight-fitting tube-top, stretched across what looked to be, from his perspective, a massive pair of firm, we...l-shaped and decidedly female breasts - breasts so large that he could not see his own feet without bending forward! He reached up and touched one of them, and jerked his hand away as if burned by a hot stove. They were REAL! Worse still, they were HIS! What the hell had happened to him while he was unconscious?"Look, she's playin' with herself,". She was both excited and a little nervous at the prospect of meeting her online date for the first time. She sat sipping her wine white spritzer, whilst taking in the atmosphere of the inn. It was around three months ago she had placed her ad on site stating “lively, attractive Irish lady, new to the area seeing a good looking friendly male for friendship and possibly more”. Quite a number of guys had responded, leading to a few dates, however, the response from Jason really intrigued Cathy. I lift myself up into standing, fighting hard to support my body on wobbly knees. My breathing hitches with every movement, but none are strong enough to free me from this exquisite torture. My gaze reaches for that of my tormenter, ironically also the only one who can liberate me. But I didnt beg at my weakest, so I will not beg now. Mmmnn, you… ugh… assho- I groan, struggling to form a coherent thought, let alone a proper sentence. Yes, my proud Selena? His voice is smug and enraging. My. "I wish I could call these fucking things dreams."Mike pulled the sheet away and started to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Betty balanced the tray on one hand and crouched, slapping her free hand against his nearest leg. "No, you don't, you get back into bed."Mike sighed. "Betty, I don't think I'm up to..." He trailed off as she straightened up, still balancing the tray on one hand. He sniffed the air, and his eyes widened.Betty smiled and took the tray in two hands again. She lowered.