That iswhere my memory stopped. There was Nothing else. Dinner, wine, questionsand now I was waking up here.That sinking feeling came over me, but onl... to be brushed to side by thepain I felt in my chest. Pushing the covers away i immediately noticedthat something was different; terribly different. This could not be? Werethey real? Oh my god, I had breast, real breast, wait could I feel them,YES, they were real, and huge. They must have drugged me, and given mebreast implants. Wow, really? Did. Candice tilted her head back more and leaning into Natasha. Natasha’s lips brushed lightly over Candice’s throat then her sharp teeth pierced the skin and she began to drink Candice’s blood.Candice felt no pain as Natasha’s teeth penetrated her skin, all she felt was a warm fuzzy feeling. At the same time Natasha’s fingers on her clit triggered another earth shattering climax that took her out of this world into a realm of indescribable pleasure. Candice turned over and looked at her clock. It was something about performance related targets, but I didn't really care, I just phased out.But as soon as the meeting was over, I practically ran to the toilets. However, in my work, I'm lucky enough to have unisex toilets, so occassionally if you're fortunate, you can see women leaning over the sinks to fix their make up, giving a great outline of their beautiful asses, or even a thong poking out the top of a skirt. If you're really lucky, you can get one woman who re-adjusts her breasts. But she was already embarrassed by what Bob had seen. And, as it turned out, Brady was waiting in the hall. The look on his face made her want to pull him into the room and tell the rest to go on. Once again, she wondered if she had some kind of psychosexual disease. Was she a nymphomaniac? But then she remembered that it only happened with Brady. By the time she took his arm, the girls had skipped on ahead.They weren't late, but everyone stared at them anyway. Dressed alike, and all dolled up,.