And I was completely subservient. It was incredible, considering I am 6'1, 180 lbs, muscular and in shape, and 39 years old...Then she came back aroun... to me, I guess she was getting bored. She carefully climbed back onto the couch so as not to knock over the stack of stuff that was balanced on the belt. And she then put her legs back on my shoulders and told me NOT TO MOVE at all. At this point she was pushing downward pressure on my shoulders and I was desperately trying not to move so that. "Oh, dear God," Marnie echoed, her nipples already tightening into little buds and her knees slackening. "There are gloves, now."ClassyLady was headquartered in a nondescript building in the small industrial section of town. A front office with a receptionist yielded the check of a list to see if Ms. Marnie Kandler had an appointment. And she did, in fact; once this was established, she was guided back to the proper office.On her way, she caught a glimpse of a handful of office workers. We said goodbye as the sun set and headed back to our hotel.I could hardly wait to get back to our room before I grabbed my husband and pulled him into the bedroom. I had a crushing orgasm as he ate me and he came quickly when he slipped his hard dick into my very wet pussy. We showered and went out to eat, then retired to bed, tired from an exciting day. The next day my husband had a golf game scheduled with an old friend of his. I had planned to do some shopping or maybe just lounge around. They were so hard and so puffy, they looked like a bee had stung them, only instead of venom, he filled them with sweet sweet honey. Now I was certain that these were my real breasts, not implants they just had to be, it's the only way the could fill up with hot liquid lust, like two water balloons ready to burst the only way my nipples could throb with the beat of my pussy pumping out the backed up gurl goo into my veins and out to every quivering capillary under my skin. It made sense when I.