“You don’t waste any time do you?” I asked with a frown.“I just see to it that you won’t be playing with the lovely Catherine while I’m si...ting in my bedroom playing with myself. I always prefer to have a backup plan.”“You’re a wise woman,” I smiled as I patted her behind.“Do you have our cover story worked out?” She asked.“I’ve been working on it and think I have a good plan,” I told her as I took a notepad out of my bag. “You will tell Catherine that I am from America. She won’t know much. As time went by she grew bolder with her teasing games, and I craved every second of my own private sex show.The way she would tweak and tease her nipples, with that shy smile on her lips. Or how she would turn and bend from the waist wiggling her pert sweet ass, allowing me the full vision of her fingers dipping in and out of her moist wonderfully pink folds.And then yesterday... ohhh fuck, yesterday! She was glorious in the throes of her orgasm. I witnessed the tremors crashing through her. She started licking him like an all day sucker. She gently played with his balls and in a few minutes she started her deep throat routine on him. I knew if he was anything like me, in about two minutes he'd be done. Well, he started pounding into her mouth with long deep thrusts. Jack reached around her and grabbed one of her wildly swinging breasts. He began squeezing it, then pinching the nipple and pulling it down stretching her breast and nipple out grotesquely, and obviously causing a lot. Eating only a single miniscule meal of brown rice a day (350 calories) and jogging and bicycling to exhaustion kept her fit, all right. She could still run a mile in a little over five and three-quarters minutes and could reel off 75 pushups without getting short of breath. Her weight had finally stabilized, but it would not -- damn it! -- _would not_ drop.Having big breasts wasn't so bad, but those fifty-two inch hips! And that gigantic ass! She didn't dare show that ass in public, even in.