I wanted power and money, but I had sex needs too. As much as power and money turned me on, even looking at sports cars, but the looks from the men an... attention I received, I wanted more than their looks. I wanted their cocks in me.That last day the other builder left, and he was tidying up. My partner had settled the payment and had left for work. The c***dren, older now, had already made their way out and had plans. It was late morning. I was still lounging in bed. I was off and worked hard,. . . don't . . . want to die . . . ."That prey would fight on even when escape was no longer possible--this wasnews to Minnaloushe. She thought a bit, and then she remembered something hermother had once said. Inspired by that recollection, she now took hold of hervictim's skirt and crinolines and thrust them back. Oh how the Girl screamed!Then she glued them in place, so they wouldn't get in the way. Next, she pulledthe Girl's panties down. The Girl screamed again; her whole body shook; andshe. "Give it a minute. It'll pass."I remembered what I went there for, so I looked down at my chest.I let out a gasp. My tits were huge! Much bigger than the C I had requested. They stuck out of my chest, with no sign of sag. They were so big I couldn't see my navel. "Too big!" I cried out. "Way too big!"The plastic surgeon spread out his arms. "In the forms you filled out, it clearly says I have discretion in the size of the implants I use."My mouth flapped up and down. I hadn't read all the fine. The real money in the business came from overrides on the activity of those below him, and in about two months, his account had stabilized and was beginning to grow steadily. Every time a support payment was due for the next four to six months, there seemed to be just enough in the bank to cover it.From then on, it was all upward. Over the next two years, Carter rose steadily through the fairly standard MLM levels of 'bronze', 'silver', 'gold', and 'platinum'...Because of FTC rules,.