As she watched in horror, the top button popped, allowing her belly more room.“Daddy, what did you do?”“Well look at that. That perfect body of ...ours isn’t so perfect anymore, is it? Looks like you’re growing quite the belly there, slut.”“No! Please, Daddy!” as Susan screamed, her stomach continued to bloat, swelling as it grew rounder, pushing the zipper of her shorts down as it pushed out over her jean shorts. Susan was about to scream again, when she lost her breath for a moment. It became. Her back was to me so all I saw of her was her back but she was attractive based on what I could see. Her legs were long and a perfect golden tan. Her claves were strong, like a dancer’s or runner’s; I guessed stripper. Her legs ended in the frayed cuffs of a pair of too short denim shorts. The bottom curves of her tight, full ass just peeked out around the hanging blue strings. She was wearing some type of top that covered the front but was just a string tied across her back and another tied. As they walked in the mall they discussed how Jill would film Bridget without drawing too much attention. "If anyone asks I'll say that I'm making a movie for a graduate school class," Jill decided out loud. "I'll stay as far away from you as I can."The girls casually walked through the mall and in and out of various shops looking for the right male salesman. From the entranceway of Carlisle Furniture they noticed a salesman inside wearing a shirt and tie. Balding, a small potbelly and an order. Sitting in her office he had to be careful or he would never get a chance with her. He had been working on her for months and had finally gotten her used to him touching - neck rubs, back rubs, a foot rub if she had a cramp. All carefully orchestrated for tonight. If he was very careful, he would do her tonight. The thought made his dick twitch.Finally, Gwen sat down and started her work."You should really pay more attention to what I'm doing, Caesar," she said. "You could be my intern..