And another part of me realized something odd...how had that whole scenario not set off an asthma attack? I should havedied from that much stress? Usu...lly real stress murdered me withattacks... why hadn't that?LGT333: Unless... you wanted to get implants"What do you mean...?"LGT333: I think you know exactly what I mean. I would gladly pay to seethose bras filled out... and maybe even give you a little extra for thetrouble."I am never going to do that man." I stated bitterly "That last 30minutes. "I Love It!" O.K. big boy, into the bathroom. I've got to sculpt you into a sexybitch." She took my hand and guided me into her plans. She stripped menaked and began to apply lotion to my body. "What's this stuff?" I asked."Hair remover. No lady would be caught dead with fur all over her body."I jumped back out of her reach. "I don't ...." Quiet silly, I can assure you that your hair will grow back. Don'tworry." She continued to apply the lotion until my entire body wascovered. She told me to. I was astounded to see my husband's name, Brad Pittman, on the reserved parking sign.I parked in my husband's parking spot and turned off the engine. I sat there for a moment and forced myself to calm down. Finally I got out and went inside. A smiling receptionist just inside the door got up as soon as she saw me and escorted me to Mr. Morris's office.The people there have always been friendly. But not like now. The promotion that Brad received must have really moved him into the upper. I want him to press my huge boobs vigorously. I shook my head to go ahead with what she said.Mithun slowly moved his hands towards my boobs and started to massage both. I closed my eyes and I was leaking like hell and started to drip at the bottom.Mandhana: Are you excited more now?Me and Mithun: Yes!Mandhana was smiling cunningly, as she knows what is happening to me! I think she too was dripping at the bottom. The room was filled with the smell of coconut oil, sweat and of our cum. At last.