"Holy shit." I gazed upon myself in the mirror and find a dark blue spot on the front of my yoga pants that now expanded down the inside and front of...my thighs four to five inches. "I have never been this wet in my life, I look like I've pissed myself." I brought my right hand down to my vagina sending a shockwave to my clit and find myself sopping wet like never before. I removed my hand and brought it up to my face and inhaled, reveling in the smell of my arousal. My left hand had begun. You seeee, fornication is what you'd call, fucking. Now, I'm not talking about 'fucking', I'm talking about fucking! You know, like fucking someone over, the sex were you use somebody like your right hand. You don't give a fuck about them, so you cum and you're out the door, without even a thanks or a handshake. That kinda FUCKING. That's Wrong, wrong, wrong."No he's not always this short. But he is always a little more astute, in his prophesying, when he's had his third glass of wine and his. "Miss?"I let out a hot needy gasp.Oh my god. Here I am with the opportunity to have this perfect lifewith this guy and I was ruining it by throwing my tits at him likesome kind of common street slut! I needed to be suave, I needed to besultry, I needed to be flirtatious. I needed to say something thatwould let him know I wasn't like all the other girls drooling over hiscock.I tried to stand, my tits wobbling as my arms flailed. I couldn't doit in these heals. I tore my tits away long enough to. He adjusted the oranges to position them exactly where a woman’s breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar’s natural shape that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri stood away, snickering. This must have been her idea. ‘What a bitch she was,’ I thought to myself.Kavita came back a minute later as they all prepared to leave. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if nothing had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she.