They spent the entire morning purchasing their party supplies and then returned to Jodie's apartment to begin the preparations.They hung streamers of ...repe paper and balloons along the ceiling and walls, reaching all the higher places with a ladder, and filled all the snack trays with candy, peanuts, and other sweets." Jodie's father Jim, a short man of fifty, with a pink complexion and a bald head, helped with the decorating. They joked and laughed as they worked, enjoying themselves."Your. Besides what Carl didn’t know is, that I was interested in another guy and was going out on a date with him the next day. That guy turned out to be Jim, my fiancé. Jim is a great guy. He is handsome, smart and ambitious. Jim is a great lover. He makes the best love to me. But Jim is a good boy. Jim makes love to me but he never "fucks" me, if you know what I mean. He would never call me names. He feels guilty when he cums in my mouth even though I tell him I love it. And he would never fuck my. My name is Rachel, I have ash blonde hair that reaches down to my boobs and bangs that reach to my cheek, shapely legs, small hips, green eyes, and a models skin. “True, I just wish I could fuck him, he turns me on just by his singing.” I said. “You’ve never even heard his real voice?” Just then my cell phone rang. “Hello?” “Is this Rachel?” a very deep voice asked. “Yes. Who’s this?” I asked. “Doesn’t matter but I just have to tell you, I’m going to fuck you.” He answered Then all I. In a panic she attempted to cover herself up but discovered she was bound at the wrists and cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling meaning she was forced to just stand there as if on show. Her head was starting to clear now and Jenny could see that the object across the room was in fact a large mirror and what she saw gave her the biggest shock of all. She looked like a teenager’s wet dream with massive new breasts and a makeover that just screamed slut. Jenny scarcely believed what her own.