It was done under a local anesthetic and afterwards my lipswere a little swollen and numb for a couple of days but the whole thingreally wasn't much w...rse than a trip to the dentist. After the swellingwent down and I could get a better idea of their final appearance, I hadto admit that the Doc had done a great job - well, maybe just a teenieweenie too great of a job. My upper lip was soft and curvy and abouttwice the size it had been before. My bottom lip? Well it was at leastfour times as big. I just have to find out about your new vendeuse, Jenny, shesaid her name was. But first, I must go to the loo, I drank too much coffeethis morning and I can't keep my legs crossed any longer."When she came out, lipstick redone, and as usual very smart in a blue suit,white silk blouse, with just the smallest indication of the lace of her brashowing in the V. I poured us both a glass of wine and we sat down."Well, tell me more. The resemblance to John must be a pure coincidence,but it gave me. When Emily would try, Diane would always make it into a competition – of which she came out on top. The most Diane had ever done for Emily was give her a hand or blow job here and there. No face-fucking, no playing the submissive role. When she did pleasure Emily in that way, she made sure she knew that she was still in control. But that was their relationship. Diane wore the pants, and Emily took hers off. They’d been together for nearly a year with this going on. And Emily more or less let it. (Until then, my idea of sanctity had been maintaining the silence of that floor of the library, but in that moment my understanding had broadened.)Holding my breath, and taking care not to bump anything, I rose and looked over the walls of my study desk to scan the area.Two rows ahead of me, at a similar desk, hidden from nearly everywhere else on the floor, was a young woman. She was small, with long black hair and light skin, sprawled back in her chair, one hand idling next to her face. Her.