There’s no way she’s actually jealous of Nightblade… I mean… She doesn’t even like me like that, right? “Oh… Nothing! Obviously, I knew ...ou were talking about that, duh!” The bell rings, signaling the first period. “Let’s get to class.” As we make our way to class, someone bumps into me, nearly knocking my books out of my hands, but I somehow catch them all, to my surprise. “Watch it loser!” Zack Lambert pushes past me. Zach’s always been a jerk to me for some reason I can decipher. He’s your. Her mouth ached, her corseted tummy began to fill full, her wig heavy. Henrietta's neck ached, her feet hurt. But over and over again, knowing that he was being watched by Mistress Chantel, trying to be good. Trying, trying...And repetition faded the time, and the noise, and the time. And to Henrietta, once Henry, now slut, he found that he was beginning to like sucking cock. He wondered, in her weary mind, what it would like, if someone would ever do it to him. But he didn't think that would. But, just to be on the safe side, I guess it falls to me as your husband to keep that new little you-know-what of yours reamed out good and proper." "Yeah... I guess it does, at that..."*** The next morning, as Karen and the new husband of hers were having breakfast in their hotel's restaurant, Michael grew serious and said, "Karen, there's something I really think you ought to know about Danielle's genetic makeup." "Michael!" Karen wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer to the question she. Why not let him enjoy the ride? After all, he was helping me. I remembered Isha’s words: “Don’t try to fuck my innocent husband in my absence”.Soon, I let myself loose and waited for the next pothole or speed breakers! I did not have to wait for long. Within a minute, Anil applied a sudden break and I let myself fall on him. And my big soft boobs pressed his back! The guy must have had a good time. I know Isha’s boobs were small, so my boobs must be a gift for him.“I am sorry,” Anil said.“We.