"He said, "You can now call me just Shahid. You are a grown woman." He was looking at my chest as he said this but luckily my mother did not notice.Sh...hid left shortly after. His attention on my breasts made me self conscious. After I stopped breast feeding my son my breasts lost their firm shape and sagged. But since I had started taking the diet pills they returned to the previous firm shape. My bra size also increased to double E cup.Before I went to bed I went to the mirror and undressed. I. Then they got really busy, and lunch became sandwiches in their offices as they struggled with their workloads.She did get to see his house. To say she was impressed was an understatement.Made of logs harvested from the property it sat on, it was an impressive two story affair with a rambling porch that wrapped completely around it. It had a roof of treated oak shingles, also of trees off the property. It was a man's house, no doubt.He welcomed her in the shop out back, his design studio. She. “One. Thank you Sir.”His hand rests a moment, rubbing gentle circles. Awakening my skin. Goose flesh is quickly spreading from that spot. My legs, arms, and breasts covered. My nipples rising taut against what’s left of my bra and shirt. I hear the air before the impact. My eyes squeeze even tighter, bracing myself.“Two. Thank you Sir.”“How many days has it been?” His voice is much deeper now. It takes on a warmth. Not sentiment, pure tone, deep and delicious. If chocolate had a sound. It would. I looked into her thoughts and realised it was having the desired effect."Oh fuck that feels so good" she whimpered."Good because what you just did for me deserves nothing less" I smirked.I started suck on her clit and rub her hole, before slowly infesting a finger. This carried on for about 5 minutes before one finger turned to two, the whole time she was moaning in pleasure, calling out my name. "mmfhmmmmfffffhhhhhhhhfuck" she groaned "What was that?" I ask."Fuck me!" she almost screamed. "If.