Though she wasn’t thinking about it, her nipples were clearly visible with the thin sweat-soaked dress clinging to her body. Her hair was still a me...s and she reeked of all the dirty things that deep down she wanted to have finished. “Listen, Listen To Me.” He paused for a moment, until she looked up to meet his eyes, which in turn offered her comfort. “You’re perfectly normal,” he finished. He smiled at her, and suddenly it felt like there was hope in the world again.“What?”“Yes, listen,. ." she looked down at herself. She was sitting naked at the dining room table with her family, about to eat dinner. Her gooseflesh had subsided, but the tips of her breasts were drawn up so tight they almost hurt. She started to rub them to get them to ease up, but yanked her hands back into her lap before they could reach her breasts. Her mind was buzzing as she tried to decide how she felt. She raised her head and cocked it to one side. "Strange," she said, "just ... strange."Walt Hawkins. Dead wrong. Then why, why couldn’t she stop them? Her pussy wet, her nipples hard, she fought it.Raj had to work on the big client pitch and revise final changes when he heard a knock on the door. It was Nisha. But unlike anything he had seen before. She wore an overcoat. Under that, she was wearing a purple bra and inner with a transparent cape in the form of a net.Her bra had a bow in between, and her boobs started to curve right from the bow. Her flat stomach followed her trimmed pussy. It. "You're still not in any shape to be trudging up and down that driveway, pulling wire and setting up cameras and relays. Come on Jeff, I owe you." Frank, you don't owe me a thing." When Jeff glanced up at Diana, she stared at him, then let her eyes drift to Wainwright.Getting the message, Jeff sighed, "Frank, on second thought, I would appreciate it. Hell, your crew will probably do a better job, anyway," he lied. "But please tell them that we have a shooting range up here, and to not panic.