I sat out on the balcony with a drink, watching the last of the sunset, and waited for her. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and H...lena entered.She was dressed in black holdup stockings, tiny little black panties, high heels, and nothing else. She held her huge tits in her hands, as she walked across the room and out on to the balcony.“Well hello,” I said.“I thought I have them out for you and ready to go sir,” she giggled, removing her hands from her bust, sitting astride. She certainly dressed and smelt like she did. And then one day she just didn’t show up at all. When I finally got up the courage to ask, I was told simply that they’d had to let her go. They didn’t give a reason, and I didn’t ask for a reason. I hadn’t even cared enough to ask for a reason. And now, there she was, in the waiting room of the free clinic. And I was here too, trapped until Mrs. Wilkins came back from her blood test. All of this must have flashed through my mind in less than a. He shifted. He slid out of her, then watched as the thin, pearly-white stream of cum slid down to Phaeka’s ass crack.“Good answer, bitch, but I’m not entirely convinced. I think you need another experience to help you appreciate the comparatively gentle fucking I just gave you. Nothing like a little adversity to make a whore appreciate her place.” Wulfkar’s gaze swiveled, now focusing in on Phaeka’s poor husband. Lord Kaelon stood naked and still tied to a tree trunk. He looked miserable, but. I upped the stakes a little bymaking it into a contest. Whoever won, or lost the most weightbetween now and December 1, would be entitled to a no holds barredshopping spree at Macy's. Whoever lost, would have to wear an item ofapparel chosen by the winner, no questions asked. It was soon clear, however, that Jack wasn't taking this at allseriously. I managed to peel off a good ten pounds by Thanksgivingand if Jack was weighing himself, he was doing it when I wasn'taround and there didn't seem.