The procedure was not all that difficult, but the mental shock of havinga "c" cup weight on my chest... That was a challenge. It was the hardestmoment... but it was also the moment it all became easy. If I was goingthrough with it, and it seemed like I was... I had to become the slutattached to these breasts. I picured in my mind the sluts I had seen inporno movies, and tried to pretend I was one of them. After that, thelingerie was easy. Waist cincher, lacy black panties, black stockings...It. -Well, he helped me, got a boner, so I helped him with a quick one on the couch. no more.Yes, that's his way of greeting.She says bye, and goes into her apartment. I go into the bedroom and show my boyfriend the boxer. He says ops. He also says that she had begun to ask about his dick, and he had some pictures of it on her cellphone and is not afraid to show up. She was only wearing a short dress, so he got horny. She helped him off with his clothes and quickly fucked in the windowsill in the. I decided not to greet her as I had done before because I wanted her anxiety level to be at its highest. I watched as she searched around and finally found me. I waved to her to come over. Even as I was irritated by her tardiness, I was still excited. I had scheduled her 1st for a reason. Her name was Ally. She was 29 years old, married with 1 child. Her husband was a construction worker who never had steady work. He spent a lot of time at the unemployment agency. She had very little secretary. We often have quickies in his garage where he bends me over his workbench and fills my ass with his cum. We have truly determined that He is the top and I am the bottom as he does not wish to get sodomized. He often makes me lick his asshole and jerk his cock, before cuming in my mouth. We have had this beat for about 3 months now, until last week when he invited me over and one of his friends was there. We had a few beers and his friend mentionned that he knew what we were doing and he would.