She paced up and down her small living room, the towel wrapped around her not quite covering her as she thought out loud; payroll, inventory, leases, ...ills, accounting, lawyer, banker, customers, orders... “What are you staring at?” she demanded.“You’re so hot.” I said.“Well get your mind off my tushy and stick to business.” She said, “I had sex with every man I ever worked for and that’s over. If you’re going to be my boss, it’s strictly no nookie!”“The guys don’t work for Bob, they don’t work. .Bs uske baad to vo pagal si ho gai mujhe bahut mail kare sex karne k lie or hum phir 5 din baad mile main unke ghar gaya unhone apna adress or phone no mujhe mail kar dia tha Unke ghar pahucha to mere hosh hi ud gae kya mast aunty thi 38 saal ki hongi or mast bade bade momme(breast) or chuttad (hips) bhi kafi mote the or bell bajane k baad humare bich jo baat hui vo main apko batata huAunty: kaho kya kaam hai?main: aunty main rahul hu aapne hi mujhe mail kar bulaya tha……aunty:tum rahul hu tum. ”“Nice to meet you.”“That was a rather spectacular entrance,” Colonel Stewart said pointing over to the flag pole.“Oh, that. That was nothing,” Betsy said.“I’m assuming you came here to see me,” Colonel Stewart said.Betsy replied, “How’s the exercise going?”“Pretty good, outside of one young woman who managed to get on campus without going through a checkpoint,” Colonel Stewart answered rather pointedly.“Sorry about that. The line was rather long and I really needed to talk to you,” Betsy. Before she was a slim 120 pounds… Now she was twice that after eating non-stop for over a week. Her once slim waist now protruded out into a pot belly that obscured the sight of her feet. Her full chest now heaved outward with a pair of pliant orbs after she swelled out two cup sizes and her ass now stood out behind her round and meaty with thick thighs and hips.Damn… I’ve REALLY let myself go…” Posing again, she felt her depression kick in again, along with a low growl from her stomach that.