I still had the stockings on, and I knew from years of studying myself in mirrors I was sensual as hell like this, because my tits were swelled, my cu...tlips were too, and my stomach was sucked in from my hard breathing as I undulated. "Oh Brad, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me. Don't you want your beauty?"That was the first time I saw the fangs. They never get huge, just sharp little eyeteeth. But they hadn't been there before. As he knelt there between my legs, my mind whirled, feeling that. Bored and more than drunk enough to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn’t anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one place she had not checked.Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed’s office door, hoping she wouldn’t hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly boss. She did not hear the moans or flesh clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating. " The necklace made its pronouncement almostimmediately. "I want smaller shoulders." The breasts didn't even giveme time to think. "I want smooth arms." The bra. "I want a smallerwaist." The dress. "I want a flat tummy." The panties.The chorus of demands just erupted from there. My neck joined in. Myshoulders joined in. Half my body wanted things, and it was almostimmediately afterwards that they got them. "I want a bigger butt." "Iwant shorter legs." "I want nail polish." "I. He ran his hand down her bare back and bottom, then holding her hips with a hand on either side, he slid into her from behind.She made a murmuring sound of welcome, though the lack of preparation made it a little uncomfortable. She looked up at the mirror, at their misted reflection. His face and broad shoulders and darkly haired chest were a misted blur to her. After a long moment during which she remained still, pushed forward, the counter cutting into her stomach, breathless, skewered,.