Wendy loved how my nipples grew so long and thick, the areolas becoming swollen, pushing the nipples further out. I quickly looked around, afraid some...ne was watching me make a spectacle of myself. Sometimes I simply couldn?t control myself! I giggled as I started the car and pulled out, my low cut blouse showing the tops of my big breasts jiggling and bouncing as I tried to hit every little bump in the pavement.I knocked on Wendy?s door, knowing that we?d have time together cause her parents. Amy was a 21-year-old single mother who worked in the photo center of our store, and I was a stock boy who had the slightly humiliating duty of filling up the women’s hygiene items in the aisle directly across from her department. One night she decided to pay me a visit while refilling holes in the shelves with products and, after talking for almost an hour, she left and I ended my shift with the hormones of my youth just raging for the sake of her appearance. Although she had recently become a. ‘Oh, nice,’ he said. ‘Can you play this, please? It’s an old favourite of mine!’ Anne beamed, and took the CD from him. ‘Of course,’ she said. She slipped the disc into the player and started ‘Sultans of Swing’. Mo saw that for a moment there was a faraway look in her eyes — not like the one he’d notice at school, looking ahead at trouble, but one looking back into a past that must have been nice. ‘Good memories?’ he asked. Anne blushed a little and nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I was in love. “Okay then, 6 it is” I replied.She got the message. The only noise was the sound of her gentle sobs and the creaking of leather as the other girls hung and swayed. The stage was set.Pushing the prod forward, I parted the lips of her cunt, planting the cold metal prong firmly against her clit. The other prong was somewhere near her arsehole but I could not see exactly where. I could always look for the welt after I had finished!I stared straight into the blond’s eyes and pressed the button. .