. and...I had breasts! They had glued a set of life-like rubber and siliconeboobs on me, as convincing as the ones Dave had on! The huge thingsswayed ...nd jiggled enticingly with my every move. They must have been 38or 40 D-cup titties! Since I was wearing only shoes, panties, and make-up, my bare breasts seemed to flaunt themselves mercilessly as I tried tohide them with my arms. My hands cupped the real-feeling forms and I gota terrible thrill asI rubbed the false nipples and felt a. Driving me and my friends home from parties when I was too drunk. It had continued after college, again, naturally. Whether he followed me or not, mattered little. I took a well paying job in sales. I was good at it. I'm good at getting people to pay, to buy, the things that I want them to. He took a respectable job in IT that afforded a respectable lifestyle. It sort of just, continued. He'd send me gift cards and doting emails. I'd ignore him, or sometimes I would tell him about my dates.. The caress on my vagina grew darker.darker deeper. Hotter.hotter.her toungue rolled kisses soft silky caressing my vagina.’fuck me’.as I was pinched and pulled to her hips. Her creamy breast beckoned as I kissed her nipple gently.squeezed her breast. And nibbled her nipple.stroking..it softly. Kissing her breast. Pecked her with a soft kiss. Caressing herwhite plump breast withcool breaths and kisses. Stroking her nipple.pinching. Pulling her nipple gently, squeezing it.and softly. The girls seemed ditsy, but they were always ready to pounce. It was the most illuminating time of my life. On the night of July 4th the tone changed, though. That night was called the Rehabilitation. We were to be rehabilitated, whatever that meant. We were gathered together in a dungeon bellow the floors of our resort. The only light came from torches latched to the walls. The members stripped us to our bras and panties and made us wait for hours, stone quiet. Finally the strong blonde leader.