"Who the hell is Ken Sanders?"She pushed herself out of the chair and backed up to the sink, trying to get away from me."For the last god-damned time....Who the hell is Ken Sanders?" A friend, just a friend." She was scared to death as the words came out of her mouth."Did you have sex with him?" Yes. Yes, I had sex with him." Did you have sex with him last night?" Yes. Yes, I did. Stop this John. Please, stop this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just stop, please."She was standing by the sink, bawling. I almost wanted to grab his face and shove it into my crotch, but before I could he stood and placed my panties on the counter aside my other discarded clothes. Kyle then assisted me into the tub, then leaned over and softly kissed my lips. With a wink, he said, "Enjoy your bath." With that, he grabbed my dirty clothes and left me all alone. As I soaked in the tub, I realized that I was probably more drunk than I thought when I left the bar. My head swam as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensual. He went in, shut the door and turned the light on. There was no time to waste. This had to be done quickly as the cleaners would be around in an hour or so.With his back to the door, he put his laptop down, opened it up and zoomed in on the picture of Natasha."Holy fucking guacamole - she's stunning", he thought to himself, undoing his belt, and pulling down his underpants. He began to masturbate whilst staring intently at the image of Natasha before him. Pre-cum dripped from his stiff cock;. We also notice that he is wearing the lipstick we saw appliedmoments before. He is wearing the earrings we saw, too. His face iselegantly made up, nearly disguising his manliness. The bra isbasically unfilled.Frank picks up the Pudweiser can and takes a long swig. As he setsdown the can, his breasts grow nearly instantly, more than fillingthe bra cups with very large, very firm, and very hairy breasts.Frank sprays perfume by each ear, then directs a third blast to hiscleavage. He picks up the.