Once it was fully coated, instead of pulling he began to slide his hand all the way up and down, squeezing hard. As he increased the pace, he started ...o breathe harder, but it was more from exertion than pleasure. He couldn’t enjoy masturbation with an audience, and the pleasure that he was feeling was bothering him - and he was feeling some. I could see his slick abs sucking in and out as he pumped faster. “You need some help?” “I swear,” he gasped. “You are even gayer than Sandy.”. Their mouths parted in identical vacant smiles and they looked at me without recognition. The changes stopped for a few brief second as I struggled to figure out what he was going to change next. Then I noticed it: their breasts were subtly expanding from the modest B cups that we had all once shared into more lewd Ds, steadily growing as my sisters moaned in pleasure, cupping their new tits sensuously. The stopped when they reached the size of basketballs, huge orbs of flesh sitting proudly. ”“I shall not ask her about a husband, then. Enquiries on her children’s achievements should be acceptable. Thank you, Mr. Jones.”I picked up the phone and dialled 9. A female voice answered, “Kitchen.”I asked, “Amanda Hargreaves, please?”“Speaking. Who are you? I don’t recognise the voice.”“Madam, I am Jeeves, the new butler. I shall make your acquaintance shortly, but I wished to know the pattern of meals today. Is there afternoon tea or not?”“Oh, no, sir. Afternoon tea has never been served. Her tongue was thick in her mouth and I could feel her breathing tense, her fingers holding my hair tight, still hearing Duke at work on her, my fingers spreading, her body lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her hands at her waist with mine and Duke whining his little lustful whines…her breath was in my ear, her tongue in my ear and her legs flailing and then she stopped and relaxed.She whispered: “Thank you…thank you…that was.