I looked around to make sure we were the only ones in the store. It was summer and this town is dead in the summer. We walked toward the back of the s...ore and the black haired girl followed us. I stopped at a table with some panties. I lifted Tori's skirt and said to Jody, "I have a problem. My slave has such a pretty cunt that I don't want to cover it up but as you can see, she is always wet and I can't have her dripping on the floor wherever we go. What would you suggest?"She had a look of. It had been several weeks since she'd changedher name from Billy to Clare Nicole but the town she lived in was veryconservative and no one took her seriously. Despite her outwardappearance she was a feisty young woman."Mr Clare!" The guy had bellowed proudly for all to hear, embarrassingand humiliating her, right before she smacked him one in the face. Thathad been the first time.Clare Nicole was sick, sick, sick, of guys. She was a lesbian and shehated guys, because of the fact a lot of times. She moved a bit further to help me in exploring her cunt lips and I really got excited, as I know I will be enjoying another few minutes with this lady exploring her wild fantasy. I move my thumb upper to touch her cunt lips and soon I was rubbing her in between her legs. She was getting wild and forgets that her hubby was nearby. She just tried to open her legs further to let me enjoy her fully. My penis was growing due to her wild act and I moved further so that she got a chance to touch that. All that changed during the summer.By the end of June, my minor mounds were definite hillocks. They ached and when I touched or squeezed them, they felt stiff. By the end of July, I definitely had tits, nice firm “B” cup boobs. I think it started then. Without realizing it, I noticed that I had started sleeping on my stomach. I liked the weight of my body squeezing my tits flat. It felt nice. Then August happened. I got big! Not Billie Eilish or Sydney Sweeny big but large “D” cup big. I still.