Even so, because it was two sizes too small, her breasts had barely fit within the bodice. She couldn’t wear a bra without looking awful. The skir... hem barely came to midthigh. Looking critically in the mirror at her barely constrained boobs, the way the cloth contoured to her protruding nipples, and the way the skirt flared from her hips, she had almost chickened out of the audition; the slightest gust of wind would expose her panties to the world! But, Bernice had prevailed upon her that. She came into the kitchen and teased me some as she ran her hand overmy legs from behind. I turned to face her and she told me I should becleaning while the coffee was being made."Yes Ma'am, right away," I said as I began gathering up the dishes fromthe party the night before.She wondered off to the other room while I got very busy. As soon as thecoffee was ready I made her a cup the way I remember she liked it andwent to take it to her. She was sitting at her computer and I told her itwas. She began imagining herself speaking aloud to Steven. "Hey, honey. You know I love you, but there's something you need to know. Can you see my cunt? Are my lips swollen and red? Is it wet all over my smooth skin? Well, for all these years, this cunt has been yours to enjoy. But guess what I'm thinking about? You don't know it, but other men have had the exact same view. Well, almost. I wasn't using the vibrator. I was spreading my legs so they could fuck me. And guess what? It wasn't just one. The second stipulation I wavered a bit on and would get on a video chat once a week to do a check-in, but that was a maximum of 1 hour per week, twice a month. I really had no interest in dealing with middle management or even upper management idiots who wanted to make demands on my productivity. I worked at my pace. Period.In my lab, I had all sorts of different formulations going at any given time. It ran the gamut of legitimate drugs that would go to market, some recreational drugs that I.