"Very well, Carol, you have three weeks to recover. Keep your tops on until then... And we can then have a grand unveiling ceremony! Won't that be fun... slut?" I'm sure it will, Sir, I'm sure it will." And by they way Carol, you'll find that I've replaced your entire wardrobe with garments and gowns more suited to you new look..."In the weeks that followed, no-one saw my new breasts but me. I tended to myself and gradually the bruising faded but I still looked as artificial and freakish as ever.. The moment she hit the mattress, Peter straddled her just above the backs of her knees. ‘L-e-t m-e u-p!’ Her tone now was one of clear anger and Peter knew he only had a few moments to change her mind. His hand darted around her waist and down to between her thighs, her knickers now just below the line of her bottom. His middle finger found her vagina and started to slowly trace the crack of her lips, whilst the palm of his hand caressed her protruding clitoris.‘Please Peter, later. You do look good. I know I'm sure enjoying fucking you again. Was it good?" "Now, Brian, why are you assuming I did anything?" "I sure would have. The whole idea of some good-looking, young guy screwing you, well, look," and he lifts the covers up and his cock is pretty hard, "see what the idea does to me? I hope he gave you a great time. You've deserved it." "I'm surprised that you're so liberal about it, Brian." "Well, why not. I get you as much as I want. These days you seem to want sex more. On the second night, after having a delicious meal for dinner in the hotel’s lobby, we went back to our room. Anita then got kinky and she told me that she was in the mood for something naughty. She wanted me to tie her up the bed and go away for a while; later I would sneak back and fuck her…So Anita got naked, just wearing a pair of sexy heeled sandals.She lay onto the bed and I tied her wrists to the bed poles and her, ankles to the bottom. I looked at her, smiling at me with her thighs wide.