I thought it must be a message from God. You know, telling me that I should have some ‘fun’ with a dog. I watched a bunch of videos of women with ...ogs, ‘playing’ ... The clips made me feeling very good. I’d never ever thought of it before, but the dream, followed by the advert, followed by the videos – I’m so turned on by it now.”So it’s something you want to do?“I’d say it’s something I need to do. It’s like a religious calling. A test from God. It scares me, and I think it’s disgusting, but I. .., I know, suck Jessie's tits for a minute."My tits aren't very big. In fact, before the k**s were born I wore an A-cup bra. Even now I'm barely a B-cup. I remember when Carla was born. The nurses put her to my breast but I was producing hardly any milk. Over the days that followed they tried various things to boost my milk but eventually gave up and I bottle fed both her and Poppy when she came along two years later. So now, at thirty-two, my tits are still nice and firm. Steve calls them his. I am a very happy-go-lucky person, very outgoing, a people teaser (I love to show-off my body), and, quite literally, a sex addict. I work out to keep myself fit and my breasts in shape. Of course, my closet is full of sexy dresses that help me with my exhibitionism. Also, I live in a rented apartment.Coming to the story, I have been working in an IT firm for the past 1.5 years now. Swapnil joined my team as my junior and was reporting to me. I could see the hunger in his eyes from day one and. That meant that I could live off campus if I wanted. Which I did. Living in a dorm with 50 other people on the same floor and eating cafeteria food were some of the things that I was looking forward to not doing. I decided to stay in town over the summer and work. At the same time, make the move into an apartment that a fellow student was giving up and had referred to me. It was small and clean, close to campus, and most importantly, fit my budget. So, I was more or less settled in by the time.