Raising her arms quickly she tugged the nightdress over her head. Her hands fondled the smooth slopes leading to her distended breasts and their heavy...nipples. Then the moonlight flooded the room, the full moon had wrestled free of its cloud cover and a blue cast brilliance fell on everything.Bethany saw her reflection, it was stark, and she observed all her faults, her large hooked nose, thin lank hair, and worst of all her body! Bloated breasts sagged between her chubby fingers, and her. When I was 25 I worked part-time as a bartender at a local hotel to earn some extra cash. It worked perfectly for me because I could basically name my own hours and therefore never had conflicts with my day job. It paid pretty well too--most of my customers were businessmen staying in the hotel and they tipped well since they could just charge it as a business expense. It was a pretty laid back environment as far as bars go and I never had to deal with fights breaking out or sloppy drunks (with. " Mark said, helping her to her feet once the shoes were tied onto her feet."How long was I out?" she asked."Almost half an hour." he said, slipping the shirt over her head. Her legs wobbled, but she managed to get to her car, despite the fact that the toys were still inside her. "Enjoy your day." he told her, patting her butt before she got in. She mouthed the words "I love you" through the closed door before she drove to work."What do you think of this one, honey?" Sierra asked, pointing out. "I never had good clothes, and people would look down on me for that. So when I left town and came here, I just left my clothes behind. We all did. Travelin' light, you might say." You all did? I thought you didn't have a family?" Well, this is kinda private again, but there were a whole bunch of people living at this beach house. Then, the woman who owned it -- I called her my aunt even though she wasn't -- well, she teed off the wrong people. They sicced the cops on her, but the cops couldn't.