The chair had a hole in the seat with a dildo sticking out of it. She said that before I sit down she was going to fit me with a waist cinching corset... but before she could do that she was going to give me saline injections into my chest to form nice size tits to help fill out my feminine figure. She laid me down flat on my back, and proceeded to use a pen to make the spots where she would inject the saline. It took about 2 hours, and when she was done, I had nice B cup tits. They were. .harder...even more harder now, with fingernails tearing into her soft smooth skin...looking into her squinted eyes, closed so tightly...teeth clenched...as if anything she could do now would avert my tempestuous lust to devour her impertinence... "You like this, bitch?...you feel like cumming for me...like the lil dog whore you are?" Then...as I squeeze these cunt lips so hard...and bite on her nipples, watching her eyes as she looks and sees her nipples pulled outward between my teeth...my. He boobsucks hard and the sucks are more vigorous when he is angry, anxious, worried or stressed.With anger, the sucks become so vigorous that they pain sometimes. But One hour of this boob sucking session and his tiredness/stress goes. His boob sucking on me works like medicine for him. Then there is another round which comes with dinner. He demands my boobs either in between or after the dinner for another 1 hour. As I eat my dinner, he will continue to boob suck on me from side. Then before. Obviously I was thinking about Julie and Eric to test my new control software. I probably just needed to grope Julie's breasts in front of Eric and see if I was going to survive. Somehow this sounded still a bit risky since I might have some bugs left in my program and this is why I decided to watch out for a better occasion. On the evening of the same day I was sitting at a club near the Champs-Elysees with a couple of colleagues and their friends. One fellow researcher had invited me along.