Do you have a death wish?" he added."This is none of your concern, Jeffers," the man who had exposed himself spit back in anger as he pushed his cock ...ack inside his pants. "The Captain isn't here and no one is ever going to know if no one opens their mouth."Jeffers shifted his gaze towards Constance, then back to Griff, asking the unspoken question what was to prevent the woman from saying what happened. His answer, also unspoken, was found in both of the other men's eyes. It would be too easy. Her hazel eyes betrayed very little as she replied, "Really, Mr. Andrews... Is that so?" I was nervous and sweat started to bead up, on my forehead. I didn't know what to do. I instinctively grabbed for my pen and began to fidget with it, on the desk. Ms. Peterson took hold of my hands, and felt an all too familiar stirring in my loins. Her eyes watched me, appraising my worth. "Mr. Andrews, are you all right?" Her voice became muted to me, as for the first time I was able to see her cleavage,. I obliged, sliding the robe completely off. I could feel her eyes devouring my body as I approached, admiring my firm breasts, my hard dark nipples, my flat stomach, and my long legs. Our lips locked in a moment of tentative passion and I could feel her hand already on my lower back, pulling me closer to those enormous breasts.“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she whispered in my ear. She laid back down, grabbing the back of my head as she did so, guiding my lips to the sweltering, delicious. With my cheeks wearing a soft rose blush to finish the look, I looked stunning.My hair had been brushed out, teased into waves and sprayed with a little lacquer. If I'd seen a picture of myself without having this transformation I would have said I was looking at a very attractive girl in her early twenties. The fact that there was very little trace of me left was quite a comfort. Anyone who knew me would never recognise me if they met me as I was now dressed."Okay, if you'd like to take your.