The other ones I told they needed it so they went and got them done. Then when they were healed they would show me what they looked like." the truth b... known only the doctor's wife showed me and no she didn't have anything done. The others had asked but when I said show me they backed off. My MIL never knew this.We went back to work and on the next break my MIL shocked me again. She looked at me and said," Do you think I need to have my breasts enlarged?"I looked at her chest and of course. Something that was totally alien to my normal character. I chose a booth and stepped in. There was no chair. Just a trash can. I put some tokens in and picked a video of a blonde blowing a guy who was hung like a horse. A few moments later, the door opened in stepped a short, round man. He was very similar to myself. Somewhat non-descript in appearance. Very normal and average. He flipped the garbage can over And sat down. I could tell this wasn't his first time. He looked me in the eye and. "No, really it means nothing!" You are perspiring, Emma." I'm nervous. Nothing more!" Of course." He removed his hands from my body, allowing me to subside,satisfied perhaps that he had now obtained all the pertinent data forthe slave registration papers. "I will be stabling the former LadySakkara with you, Emma. She may share your pen." You are actually going to keep her as a slave then?" I felt sorry forthe girl. For her there would be no release in a few days' time."I would be a fool not to.. He'd poured himself a shot of whiskey within minutes of arriving home. He had wanted the whiskey to mask his thoughts, to try and keep his mind off everything - but it was failing miserably. He'd lost count of how many drinks he had consumed now, but knew he wasn't drunk. Or not drunk enough. He was still lucid enough to realize that this wasn't the answer. But he poured another shot just for good measure, before there was a knock on his door.He ignored it. He really didn't feel like company.