"Oh, my God, I forgot. You're something else, girl, believe me ..."And then the frustration of last night's disappointing lovemaking came over her. "P...ease don't tease me ..." Me? Teasing you? Oh, that's really funny, Ann! Who the hell is teasing who?" he hotly questioned, trying to draw her back tight to him, while she wedged her hands against his chest as a buffer. Then, in defense of his actions, he quickly added, "Believe me, if Carl wasn't in the same office right now, I'd ... I'd ...!". All too soon, however, she felt the effects of the potion begin to fail, leaving her full of regret and longing as her minimal changes slowed and stopped.As the drug's power over her mind waned, Amy felt a bit sheepish at how strongly she had craved becoming a bimbo but was glad to see that she was still fully in control of herself and that she had, by and large, resisted the drug's tempting transformation. I'm, like, totally stronger than this stupid potion, Amy thought, happily pinching her. I could see my garter straps and clips through the skirt, and I was sure Dr. Heard had noticed them as well.“Uhm, well, I guess that would be a fine place to move on to. Did this happen much later? I only ask because I really don’t want to miss any pivotal moments or experiences.”“No, this was just before I turned f******n. I’d been being shared for just about a year and had seen or played with over 50 different men and had seen about half of those me more than once. In fact, there were a. " Hmm, I replied, well I probably am, but my friends tell me I look like I'm in my thirties." I'm 22." she said. "We're on an exchange programme from OSU to Amsterdam." Well I'm 42 so yes I guess I could be your father's age" I laughed."Perfect" she said, "You are a year older than he is. May I ask you something, since you admit you are a pervert and have been ogling my butt already, this early in the morning?" Ask away" I said, intrigued."Would you like me to give you a blow job, right now in.