He certainly was! She felt absolutely stuffed. The other feeling was that her breasts were even fuller than ever. Halfway to the window she swerved to...the right and diverted to the mirror. One glance confirmed her suspicions. At some stage in the night she must have subconsciously rebuttoned her pyjama top. Now, she could see her nipples practically ripping their way out of it. She let out a little gasp and undid the buttons, staring in bewilderment as a staggeringly deep cleavage came into. "I thought I heard some yelling earlier but was, ah, busy so I didn't come out until I heard the sirens." She is curious. Should I make her jealous?" JJ thought to Jim.He could feel her smiling in her mind as she pretended focus on the happenings in the street. "You are terrible," he thought back smiling slightly as he watched the police and ambulance, "Whatever you want." Oh, excuse me Bess. This is Jim Bronson. Jim, this is Bess Malory. She lives next door," JJ, said smiling. "She is a grade. I gave up, dropping my arms in defeat.Mistress grabbed a riding crop off a shelf, “Oh now you don’t.”With blinding speed she brought the small whip down on my breasts.I screamed in pain.“One lash for every rep you miss.”In a rush of adrenaline, I managed to lift the bar three more times. Then I could do no more.“I guess that means that you owe me five lashes. Now lay still.”I laid on the bench as she smacked me with her riding crop. The first four to my stomach hurt, but the last one, right on. A couple of days later, Richie had to fly north for a few weeks, so they were able to ease into their relationship by phone, SMS, and internet chat. I was pleased to see how well and how quickly things were progressing.When he was due back, Mary asked me if she should offer to pick him up from the airport and take him home. Her forwardness both surprised and pleased me. As you can imagine, I became excited and encouraged her to go for it, knowing at that moment that they really would become.