Instead, he went behind her, and reached around to cup her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, and she lay her head back on his shoulder. When his right...hand left her right breast, and started to slide down, over her belly, she knew what was coming. He stroked her belly for a while, kissing her neck, and she almost reached to shove his hand between her legs. Then, with agonizing slowness, his hand dropped lower, until his fingertips played with her soggy hair. She wanted to scream at him to go. He glanced at her quickly. "But it's necessary. A variety ofconditions can trigger a transmorphic response, and some of them can bequite nasty if not caught in time." Conditions?" I was suddenly more frightened than I'd been even thatmorning."Probably nothing," he responded. "Gynecomastia is usually caused bydietary hormones, but there are a couple of other, less common causes,including a couple cancers." He asked me to lower my top. I looked atMom, and she nodded. With a deep sigh, I. I mean Maman." Asif some one pulled a string, her face snapped back to her usual emptysmile. "Please, I can't be late to work. I just want to get dressed andgo. Pleez, I promeez to make it up later, just pleez let me go." EE! You sound so kewt! I've got my very own widdle French dolly!" Afterher initial giddiness, I saw Bambi thinking over my simple request withthe intensity you'd expect for a zen koan. You could practically heargears grinding until she finally came back with, "Tell you. Joe then quickly bent her lower legs back to her thighs and tied them in place, then place another rope around each thigh and cruelly pulled her legs open as far as they would go without breaking. Eva was in agony. The padded stool was just wide enough to support her abdomen. Her breasts hung like pendulum toward the truck floor. She could feel her cunt lips opening as they pulled her legs apart and secured them.Eva could not believe this was happening. Her hands still tied behind her back and.