He was 40-years-old, and he was in her thrall.Mistress Camille was a stunning, honey blonde of 45, and she had married him not only for his money, but...also for his body and his large, but not overly gross, prick. He was absolutely crazy about her, and for outsiders looking in, it was easy to see why.She was tallish – not his six feet two inches, but not far short of it. In fact, in her high heels, their eyes were level. She had large breasts, heavy even, with large, thick nipples and those. I saw darkness and yet not; like the red haze of light shining in through closed eyelids. I remembered lying on my side, a beautiful woman pillowing her head on my left arm, my right encircling her nude body. I felt comfortable satisfaction. And the sounds returned, small yelps. But I was starting to put the sensations together.Soul mate.Two simple words. And when put together, two simple feelings. One of contentment. One of fear. I felt my arms pushing out, encountering resistance. I smelled. I was laid up in bed and Jade was staying with Grandmother Nelson so basically he was your mum and dad for three months. I didn't get near you while I was contagious in case I passed it on but I used to look out the back door as your dad carried you around in the garden and talked to you. He told you stuff a baby couldn't possibly understand. He told you the names of the plant, told you about the airplanes that flew over. Anything and everything. He was in heaven. Even diapers didn't phase him,. He scratched his nose every time thatsmell hit it. The hospital was calm right now. No one was really insideas he mopped. His muscles hadn?t been the same since he changed.Sam felt the way he had to push against the mop to get it to slideagainst the floor. His breasts weren?t any help either. The woman at theVictoria Secret had been right; his breasts did continue growing. Theyhadn?t stopped until he was a D cup. The heavy things were always in hisway. Even with the bra he wore they swayed with.