Brilliant, I'd lost eight pounds. I was delighted. The trouble with weight gain and loss though, is that the last place the fat goes to is my tits, bu... it's also the first place it comes off. I checked my figure in the mirror, not bad at all. Bum still a bit wobbly, boobs still high, firm and huge. But the belly, definitely an improvement there. This sex lark was burning off the fat in just the right place. I checked my bust measurement with a tape just to make sure. Yes, still an impressive 42. I kneel in the door way and can see you sitting in the chair, with abottle of beer in hand. I lower my head immediately, eyes resting onthe floor in front of me. I can feel your gaze on me, i take deepbreaths and can feel tears in my eyes as i know i have disappointedyou."come here" you bark at me.I quickly crawl over to you and kneel at your feet, you still have yourboots on."fuckpig, you are late, i am not impressed" no Sir, i am sorry Sir"You come closer to me, grab my hair and make me look. Vielleicht kannst du dir etwas anderes Ausdenken? Etwas, was Sandra gef?llt?" Zwei Fliegen mit einer Klappe, dachte ich bei mir.Da es sowieso keine Antwort geben w?rde, schritt ich durch das Tor. Nachdem das Kribbeln abgeklungen war, fasste ich mir an die Brust. Immer noch Titten! Und deutlich gr??ere. Das hatte ich nicht gemeint, als ich meine alten Br?ste nicht mehr wollte. Aber das war kein Bikini mehr. Das war viel fester. Erstaunlicherweise trug ich immer noch den Jogginganzug, so dass ich. How was the honeymoon?” He exchanged several grunts while he obviously listened to her news, his smile broadening as she told him of the wonderful time they had spent abroad. “Yes, I know, Lauren told us all about it. She said she had a great day, and that you looked so pretty ... No, she’s out at the moment, can I give her a message?” Maurice stared blankly at the wall as he listened. “To me? Oh OK, what can I do for you?”The smile vanished from his lips.“What’s wrong, dear?” asked Daniele..