I need to get to New York and be at the publisher’s office when John gets there. Maybe I can get down on my hands and knees and crawl through broken...glass to beg for a chance to make this right.”Jane left the master suite and headed to her room. About thirty seconds later I heard her running back screaming. “No ... No ... I got a letter too. Please don’t let it be as bad as yours.” Then she was back with the unopened letter.She opened the letter with shaking hands. “Please read it for me, I am. The woman was a complete mess, yet, he inexplicably felt himself harden at he sight her.Timothy's fledgling erection had not escaped Cindy either. She looked on perplexed as her drunken slut-of-a-mother stumbled in front of the boy’s bulging sweatpants, and let out a gasp when the woman first crashed to her knees, and then landed on her butt. More dog semen spilled from her snatch as it hit the floor. Then she looked up. In an effort to steady herself, she had grabbed Timothy’s sweat pants on. You've got my number." George nodded and waved and hurried indoors.Back in his study he piled the magazines on his desk. He was surprised by how easy he found his task; by how many of the images in the magazines seemed capable of being interpreted from a fetishistic perspective. George soon got into the swing of things and quickly collected a pile of pictures neatly snipped from their pages. He wasn't sure how many "Mistresses" Erica wanted him to include or how many pictures he should have of. My boobs got so big my shirt actually liftedup, and I could see my new taut tummy with a bit of a feminine curve.My boxers too became tight in the... "I have a butt?"I contorted myself, so I could get a better look at my curvaceousbottom. It was cute, pert and...oh God. It looks like a collegecheerleader's butt. As I moved slightly, it did this sexy wiggle. Ialso noticed the front on my boxers now clung to my crotch area sincemy butt stretched the back out. But what totally scared me.