Was I trapped? I couldn't think of a way out ofthis. "Please..." I pleaded."Please what?" the manager said. "Please finish my transformation, istha... what you want to say, Chris?" I don't know what I want to say?" Do you realize that each time we asked for a signature allowing us toperform surgery on you, you signed it without question?" I was drunk." Yes, you were drunk. But how drunk? Did you get an erection each timeyou signed knowing what would happen to you? Did it excite you?" No. I. Before she knew it, her mental image had developed larger tits and an inviting ass, as her visions of acrobatics were replaced by visions of a much more pleasurable extracurricular activity. “Now that’s more like it”, she sighed, as she felt the powerful triple dose of bimbo drug release endorphins to reward her for her hard work, before it took her image as its template and got started making her new dream a reality.Val somehow knew that, inevitably, these curves would soon be hers, so she. We'll be expecting you then."Looking back towards the house she realized the dinner date would have to wait till later, and she returned to her car, started it and backed out of the driveway and headed towards her appointment. If she'd looked in the window by the door she would've been shocked to see the spectacle of James and Samantha locked in place, with James' cock penetrating deeply into her best friend.Back inside the house James was indeed pushing his hard cock into Samantha once again.. Ich machte nicht mit. Es war v?llig sinnlos. Niemand w?rde uns h?ren oder sehen. Statt mich zu verausgaben, wollte ich so viel Energie wie m?glich tanken. Es musste schon weit nach Mitternacht sein. Also war Schlafen das einzig Sinnvolle.Aber der Schlaf wollte so schnell nicht kommen. Das lag unter anderem an den auf den R?cken gebundenen Armen. Aber noch mehr ging mir durch den Kopf, was ich vorhin gedacht hatte. Die Einzige. Nicht der Einzige. ?u?erlich betrachtet war das auch korrekt. Nur.