"You are such a beautiful fat girl, Yvette," - I whispered, letting go of her hand and stroking my finger up her arm, very lightly, barely touching th... smooth skin, - "I love seeing you eating this ice cream. This ice cream is making you fatter and prettier. Each time you swallow it, it makes you fatter, softer and prettier."I took her hand in mine again, and fed her another spoonful of vanilla. Ice cream was dwindling fast: fed by two men at once, Yvette was eating almost constantly. There was. Heard. Faintly, a voice saying, “I’m glad you made it home, Pat. Semper Fi, buddy.”The big guy broke down in tears. Reagan was still Presidential. “Son ... I’m sorry you’re gone. You have my word, I’ll do my best to make sure all your brothers and sisters come home. And that we do what this Messenger has told us, to live in peace from now on.” Reagan bowed his head. “No, you’re right. If that does happen, then you will not have sacrificed your life for nothing. Thank you, son.” He was crying so. " Wow, I am a little surprised." Really, you are?" Yes. Perhaps we need to take an inventory of my sex toys."Jan took me to her dresser and opened her drawer with her toys in it. I couldn't believe the arsenal she had. Dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, even a strap on.I said, "Geez, I don't see any blindfolds, or handcuffs in here."Jan scoffed, "Ha, keep looking..."Just then I got a text from Cindy: "I haven't heard from Jan yet, did she say anything about tonight?" Your little slut Cindy wants. Pulling the bra from her body, her big, saggy 38 DD breasts tumbled free, sluggishly resting on her belly, nakedly exposed to the group of now wide-eyed men. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Annemie was feverishly trying to reason that seeing her completely topless would probably not excite these men all too much, since most of the native women in the back country all went bare breasted. Not so! It was true that the local men were used to seeing the local women’s tits, but the sight of a.