Her peroxide hair reaches to the small of her back. Bouncing as she walks. *What is your name?* she asks. The words floating across her shoulder. *Rac...el.* *Rachel? I like that. Its from the Bible no? Im Maria* she says. *Maria Helena Marquez.* You catch her up. Trying not to make it too obvious that youre watching her breasts move beneath the material of her blouse. Top buttons undone. Droplets of sweat trickling into her cleavage. Large-breasted women have always fascinated you for some. “It’s ... it’s ok,” Jess said, out of breath. “The pressure is really starting to hurt though, Mistress.”“Ok, I’m going to remove the plug. You will feel a sudden need to release, but you will need to close really tight and hurry to the toilet, understood?” Heather asked, gripping the base of the plug with one hand. “Yes,” Jess croaked.Heather put her other hand on Jess’ ass to steady herself and then withdrew the plug from my wife’s butt with the same grace and poise as Excalibur sliding from. I was held in thrall by my own image in the mirror and the pleasure my own touch was eliciting from my new body, and I hadn't even gotten to the sensitive bits yet. The spell was broken by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me. I looked around, blushing furiously with embarrassment at being caught caressing myself in the mirror."I'll thank your to take your hands off my property," Miri said looking cross for a few moments before it dissolved in to a warm grin. "How are you. ‘Oh Christ!’ I said as our lips parted but with us still pressing our bodies against each other. ‘It’s happened again,’ I managed to say in a strangled voice. ‘Mmmm,’ he murmured as the tip of his tongue came out and moved across the lips I had just kissed. My cock throbbed even more as I saw this for it was so erotic to my mind then. ‘I’ve got to get rid of this,’ I stuttered as I pulled free from his arms and went off to the bathroom and jerked off into the toilet bowl. He did the same as.