.”“Let me see what I can do.” The quick escape was a safety valve. I had another bit of data.I’ve always considered myself to possess adequate...looks. The blonde hair is natural – thanks, Mom and Dad – and I carry about ten extra pounds, but that’s it. Blue eyes. One of my former co-workers suggested that I look into breast augmentation, a suggestion that I NEVER entertained.At the nurse’s station I asked about a soda vending machine.“For a patient? We keep stuff in that fridge in the break. It was perfectly smooth, and blemish-free, tanned to perfection. It’s rounded surface seemed almost impossible to resist, and Shane audibly (although softly) groaned. A few more seconds, and Kerry had opened the door. But the show was not yet over.--------------------------------Kerry felt her face flush as she fumbled with the doorknob, still gripping the other boob with her hand. Was this the hardest door to open, ever? She seemed to be standing there for minutes before the door finally. Herlips were spread open and I could see her cunt was sopping wet, heat radiating onto my face.It smelt so good and couldn’t resist pushing my tongue up into her soft mound, parting her lips.I moved my tongue slowly in and out of her tight hole at first while she gently massaged myaching clit with her soft fingers.“On my clit. I want your mouth on my clit.” She sexily ordered. I obliged; closing my moutharound her throbbing love organ, sucking and licking it. The taste of her pussy filled my. “Bite the cucumber slut!”I bite down and she removed the part that was left. I was left with a very large bite of cucumber filling my mouth. She placed a piece of duct tape over it to secure it. Next she removed the nylon cord and began securing my arms behind my back, weaving circles around my breasts and across my chest. She laced the cord down my body. She tied a knot at my vulva and ran two lines of the cord down through my folds. Each of the cords held my labia splayed and opened. Finally,.