She was wearing a low cut tank-top, and her tits were huge, so the view was amazing. As soon as I noticed, my cock reacted, and between her sitting up...against me, me imagining reaching over for a handful of those beautiful tits, and the fact that I was already thinking about sex before she sat down there, I was rock-hard in seconds. I had always placed her out of my mind since I only ever knew her and her boyfriend as a couple, but now, every sexual feeling and perverted fantasy I'd ever had. Both her arms were cut off at her shoulders. Her lips and her labia were sewn shut. She did not look deformed, though, the amputations and the sewing had been done carefully, with attention to her delicate beauty. She reclined, almost comfortably it seemed, utterly immobile, with one leg sideways to allow the viewer’s gaze to travel between her thighs, on a small rug-covered recamier. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge. ‘What do you mean ‘they’?’ he barked. ‘I know you’re keeping something from me, and I’ve got to know it, because otherwise, you and I are dead.’ An appalled look covered Nick’s face. ‘I already told you all I know,’ he yelled back. ‘How the hell do I know that you’ve got nothing to do with what’s going on? You just appeared on the street out of nowhere. I don’t know that you’re not hiding anything from me.’ ‘So you expect me to believe you literally woke up into this and wondered about until I. Miles was still contemplating the morning’s events at four o’clock when there was a knock on the door. The two waitresses from the club lounge entered the office looking very nervous. They started talking immediately and from the way they were finishing each other’s sentences it was clear that they had tried to work out exactly what they wanted to say. Miles interrupted them with a polite, “Please, take a seat,” and gestured towards the two chairs in front of his desk. “Now, what can I do.