She's one of the few who I really would go to if somethingweird was going on with me. No doubt she'd make a few funny remarksabout me learning a thing...or two about the fairer sex, maybe offer totake me bra shopping, but once I convinced her I was serious, she'd beall business.So then what? Well, she'd run a bunch of tests, and then somehow theywould stumble on to the curse - maybe the guy brought back some cursedInca thing. I bought some knock off ring off a guide while I was downthere, I can. A slim waist above the curve of her hips. She looked like an athlete.Her breasts were not huge but more than a handful. They stood up firm and proud, each areola was larger and puffier than mine, and they stood quite clearly away from her breasts. The nipples at each centre were growing as my gaze fuelled her arousal.Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties but I beckoned to her, "No, please let me do that." She came to me, her lips lifted to mine and my hands felt the softness of. I really thought he would get me some cigarettes. As I contemplated what he said I didn't really picture what would happen. Instead I could only picture the cigarettes and imagine the taste as I lit one."Ok, Ok I'll do it," I agreed, "but I'm only showing you my tits. No touching."As he entered the shop I jumped into his car, which smelt just as bad as he did, and waited. A few minutes later he returned with a packet of Marlboro Reds and I quickly realised I hadn't told him that I smoked. Just a little more. Good.” She smiled. “My break is for ten minutes. You have that long to bring yourself to orgasm as many times as you can.”Amy had never felt more foolish in her entire life. She was naked, in her office, for God’s sake and was seriously considering masturbating. She had often wondered about people who are caught doing outrageous things at work. She feared that Vivian could make her into one of those people. Unable to start, she gazed pleadingly at Vivian. “Please,” Amy.