We all proceeded to close to our respectivehusbands as we danced for them. As my hips gyrated in a slow motion as perthe tune of the song I felt a wei...ht grow upon my chest. It was swelling.The music grew faster. I danced harder and harder. The weight in my chestgrew heavier. I gasped as I realized that I had a beautiful set of well-rounded breasts. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin wet sarithat covered it. A hand now caught my ankles in a strong grip. I stood inthe same position. My body was trembling from even the slight effort it had taken to help hold myself up long enough to sip the water.“Poor baby,” she said as I lay on the sweat-dampened sheets. “Let me change your clothing and the sheets, it will help you to rest better.”As she tenderly wiped the sweat from my body. Her eyes seemed to grow even darker as she swirled the washcloth over my chest until my nipples grew hard, standing up like small marbles. I bit my bottom lip in an effort not to moan as her fingers. Once she was done, she got back on her knees, looking down, absolutely destroyed."Get back here," said Oakhill. Reluctantly, Emilia Clarke crawled back between Oakhill's thighs."Apologize." said Oakhill."I'm sorry," said Emilia, sniffling."For what?" asked Oakhill, kicking her over once more.Emilia got back on her knees, and looked up the Hollywood executive."I'm sorry for being disgusting, I'm sorry for being a disgusting slut." You should be punished." said John Oakhill, "Turn around and pull. I spread my legs further apart and lift my behind to grant Michael entrance into my sacred compartment. He has other ideas. Drawing back from my darting tongue, he plants small wet kisses on my neck, my breasts and I can feel him sucking on my nipples. Still he continues downwards, leaving a wet trail over my flat stomach. At the entrance of my naked smooth vulva, he hesitates, inspecting my inner sanctum. I pray he is not disappointed in what he sees. I close my eyes in anticipation to feel.