Suddenly there was two guys in the room. She looked surprised. “This is my supplier” said the dealer “he wants a piece of the action as well”....Anna just shrugged her shoulders and got on all fours. With a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy the two guys spit-roasted her. She picked up her drugs and left. “She is a hot little whore” said the supplier “I wouldn’t mind another go at her”.Anna was coming more often now. The dealer was surprised that she never looked drugged out. Always well. “I hope it doesn’t either,” she agrees.And it’s not like the problem is something so overly drastic that everything needs to come crumpling down, collapsing like Rome did. Sometimes a relationship becomes a disconnection, like the two are orbiting one another to the point that their timing is out of tune. And it happens to everyone, just not to them. This isn’t the case here. But it was something that was breeched upon many times and just ignored or deflected. And that gap only grew steadily. It is mine.With each breath, your waist gets smaller and smaller. Smaller and smaller. It feels like it is a 24 inch waist. Smaller and smaller. Tight and taut. As the pain quickly fades away from your waist, you feel a very odd tingling in your nipples. It feels like something is pushing at them from the inside.As you breathe, you feel your feet folding in on themseleves. They too are getting smaller. More feminine. You want to stop this, but you do not control your body. I do. Breathe. Feel. Donna was a bottle blond in her early thirties. She was 5'6", attractive and very well built but maybe a little overly thin. She was single but had a serious boyfriend. She was far from being a virgin. She was fucked the first time when she was twelve by her older brother. Dave was in his late forties, also 5'6" and probably weighed close to twice what Donna weighed. The three mechanics were 24, 28 and 33 years old. They were all slim and between 5'8 and 6'2". The three mechanics, Roger,.