This was a pleasure I enjoyed with lots of men in private but rarely did in public. It made me feel sexy and naughty like a girl whenever I did it. Th... feeling of his hands on my tits and his cock against my ass was intense and the slut in me was being stirred. It wouldn't be long and I'd have this dress off and be dancing in nothing but my sexy little purple thong and pink high heels, turning on all the men in the club. This was my "cut loose" night and all the men in the club were going to. Mr. DiTucci visited me a few times. While he had a few encouraging words for me, his eyes were never what might be called friendly and caring. Actually they were damn scary.In the back of my mind I formed the feeling, "Paying him back is going to be a bitch".My next few months were spent eating "healthy" food, exercising, and generally regaining my health. They were tough months, but I started to feel human again. I was never a "jock" type of guy. My claim to fame was academic not via sports.. She seemed reluctant at first saying that she thought it was a dirty practise, but in the end relented. I took it slowly simply kissing her sensitive clitoris first, enjoying the aroma of her aroused pussy close up, musky, but not unpleasant like I thought it might be. “Did you like that?” I asked naively. “It felt nice, but isn,t there more to it?” she teased. To prove there was I now lightly ran the tip,of my tongue over her outer fleshy lips and got a response from her when she moved her. Once in my room I applied the adhesive for the breast forms to my chestand then the forms and then applied them to my chest before lying down onmy bed and holding the forms until the adhesive dried.Once the adhesive was dry I stood up feeling the unusual pull on mychest, then I jumped up and down a little just to see the breast jigglethen I reached for the bra slipped it around my chest placing the formsinto the cups and adjusting the bra on my chest before hooking it behindmy back, I then sat.