It was incredibly wet from being fingered by a man who was not my husband and who I had no respect for.Suddenly I began to cum and couldn't control my...body and had to clutch him for support. My orgasm lasted for a long time as my vagina gripped his fingers like a fist. My clitoris was vibrating and the squelching sounds were even louder. Love juices were sluicing out of my vagina as if I was peeing and coating his fingers and palm.The man had managed to make me climax, with his fingers, with. But after many days I become more fat and this result in increase in my chest size my chest became enlarged and became like a girls boobs.Due to this many males with age 30 to 40 started to stare at me on various occasions.Once a man tried to grab my boobs in Theatre ,My uncle once asked me to show my breast and said that we can take treatment but his real thought was to press them.As I removed my t shirt he started to press them gently and after some time he started to lick them.I was afraid. George eventfully composed himself enough to sit upright, his faux breastspoking out from his hairless chest. "Look at me, Ellen. I'm a joke. Alittle queer with tits. I'm pathetic." That's enough," she said sternly shaking him by the shoulders. "You areNOT a freak, and the last I heard you were not attracted to men, so thequeer comment seems misspoken. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself. Youare who you are. That happens to be a kind, caring person, forced bycircumstances to temporarily. For Master to do what he did to her--a partner, no less--it must have involved him enough that he’d want to get even with her for good. If anything, he treated her worse than he actually treated me. Imagine being assigned as a sexual servant to everybody you used to know before you were collared! If that was the case, she could never be a sister to me, even in our servitude. I’d stick with the name “Floozy.”I pat the Floozy on her head to let her know I appreciated her attentions. I wasn’t a.