She felt it too. Maybe thesex triggered the change, perhaps it would have happened anyway, butJane was changing right there in my arms. She muttered a... anguished"No!" as the flesh under her enlarged breasts started to grow.Before our eyes she grew a second pair of breasts. I'm ashamed to saythat I found myself growing erect again. Jane doesn't blame me when Itell her that, she says that it felt just as erotic to her, almostovercoming her fear over how far this process would go. She threw. She was having problems with this client. His name was Edwardo Ramierez. He was tall and broad shouldered, handsome, in a rough sort of way, and very smooth talking. On the other hand he had the day old beard look that went out when Miami Vice was cancelled. He had the same kind of silk jacket, T-shirt look too.His attitude swung wildly from urbane and cultured, to cunning and calculated. The looks he gave her were, alternately, respectfully attentive, or deeply penetrating, his eyes almost. I could imagine her cunt as I’d seen it in the pictures, puffy lipped and her juice sparkling on puffy lips. She came out of her trance and her green eyes flashed.“Clean it up!” she ordered.I straightened up. The pain was beginning to kick-in now but I refused to let her see that. I went towards the kitchen.“Where are you off to?” she asked. Her voice had lost the harsh anger and was now a little more menacing.“To get a cloth,” I said. She laughed.“You’ve got a tongue, haven’t you?” she. I start scrolling through my contact list, my hands alone wont be enough tonight; I need more. The car behind me honks bringing me back to reality, I continue driving my legs are shaking my wetness soaking through my panties, surely starting to dampen my skirt. Why do I get so turned on from being such a slut, letting people use my body as they see fit sending me into multiple orgasms, never saying no? Another red light, I can't take the waiting any longer and slowly slide my left hand up my.