I sat and cried. I knew what the answer was and I cried more. I could not even eat I was so distressed.The next day I walked into Peter’s office and...told him I was interested but I had to know more. “Fine” he said “after work I will take you to meet my partner and we will explain everything”. He was smiling as I turned to leave. The bastard knew he had me over a barrel. Just what was he going to make me do? What sort of grotty video was I to star in? I stayed at my desk as the other staff left.. ” Each one seemed to weigh a couple pound and they had dark areolas and a nipple. We went up to the bedroom and I sat down at the makeup desk. Lisa read all the instructions and then we watched a short DVD that showed varies ways they could be put on. Lisa sucked on my nipples and said, “I won’t be able to do that for a while, these can be worn for five to seven days at a time.” Lisa sprayed the glue on the back of the breast form and applied them to me like the video had suggested. She told. “You can tell me your name, unless you want me to call you Sherlock all night.” I caught the “all night” line and grinned “What?” she said. “Nothing, it’s OK, my name is David, David Chatto. And what should I call you?” “Tiffany” she replied concealing a slight smile. “Just Tiffany?” I asked “That will do for now” she replied, “OK Tiffany, let’s start shall we?” “OK” “You’re in Amsterdam on business.” “Very good, by the way are you going to tell me how you do this?” “Not yet,” I replied, “and. .w-wuh...how...?" "Oh, it's real easy...every couple of months or so I can go back in, have them add in a little more," she explained, shifting my face in her hands, "just a little bit at a time, hard to say how much exactly." Having turned my head now, to face her, she drew a long breath. As I watched her swell before me, she pulled me slowly to her, slipping my face into her cleavage, between her big implants. I'd never felt anything like this before, her warm, firm breasts on either side of.