“I’ll take this beer and let me have that plate so I can fix it for you.” Holding his finger aside one nostril, Todd hacked up phlegm from deep...in his chest that sounded like he had walking pneumonia and blew it from his nose on Scott’s plate of food. Repeating the procedure several times, there was a coating of green, brown, yellowish snot coating the Scampi. Scott’s stomach turned and his cock leapt. Placing the plate on the floor, Scott was told to eat without the benefit of utensils or. She drove to her luxurious home with her mind buzzing excitedly to match the feeling between her legs.Gordon retained his balls and remained a willing servant to his new owner, Angela. She and the golf store girls ensured his constant humiliation at the very place where he had once ruled over them, more through chauvinistic ignorance rather than tyranny; he had now learned his place below them and went about his tasks, such as being supervised by the girls when he cleaned the toilets, resigned. She came down after an hour or so and took me by storm, she wore a short, black leather skirt and knee high leather boots, both as shiny as each other and a matching black leather, biker style, rock-chic, leather jacket. She was giggling, nervous and clearly a little uncomfortable, but this was serious. She broke the silence 'lets put some rock music on and theme tonight's dinner, as biker night'. I kept reminding myself she was my mate's and also my work partner's wife but she looked so. As she continued on, her belly would round out and inch down her legs more as it would continue to fill with the fattening food. A stitch would pop in the side of her shirt here and there as her engorged tits would swell with fat, and her shorts started to rip. Slurping noodles and pouring rice into her mouth, Kate didn't slow down on her binge. She felt her belly soften as fat covered it, but continue to swell larger as she stuffed it with more food.Finally, her shirt ripped and Kate shrugged.