"* * * * *"Well Marshal our favorite test subject's finally bowed to the inevitable."Dina and Marshal were sitting cozily on the couch in her office. ...he had herfeet in his lap and he was absentmindedly giving her a foot massage. Theirrelationship had evolved in unexpected ways as they worked more closelytogether on their secret project."And how is that working out?" You really should see her! She's just so precious! She's changed her nameto Colleen and wears the sexiest things. It's like she's. . I just trashed two hundred and thirty pounds - but at least I'vebeen measured properly.In the bag at my side I have a basque with French lace and heavy boning.It's by Agent Provocateur: the kind of thing I have always wanted to own,but previously I've resisted such an expensive purchase because I knew itwouldn't look right on my male body. I have matching panties (morepractical) and also a thong.Lucky old David.Also, it's useful to know that I'm a 36C. Charley believes that she'sgoing to slim. “Help! Somebody help me!” she shouted, hoping against hope that one of her neighbours had chosen to stay home that day as the full extent of her predicament set in. There she was, the long lawn chair having dropped half to the ground, her body bent over backwards, her ass in the air with her legs pushed back against her body. The poor little girl left in the perfect position for violation. Which as she felt the heat of her attacker’s cock against her young, hairless pussy, the girl knew was to. What did I do now? I thought to myself. I hadn't mouthed off to anyone in ages and Mr. Grizwell 'forgave' me for telling him to fuck himself if he was long enough. Or so I thought. I sat down on the uncomfortably hideous chairs in the main office and waited until the secretary told me to go into Mr. Flare's office. Dragging along my pregnant bag, I knocked softly on the door and awaited the muffled, "Come in" that granted my entrance. The door squealed as I pushed it open and shut it.