"Some might call it bitch fighting," the instructor said. "But I call itwinning. Good night everyone, see you next week."I went home that night feelin... more empowered than I had since mychange. I watched some bad TV and went to bed. You cannot overestimatethe power of a good night`s sleep without nightmares.Tuesday was uneventful. I carried on with my work. Wednesday night,Sarah came round for a wedding dress fitting. As predicted, she lookedamazing. At the minute, it would need taking in a. Oh shit, you are going to make me cum before the party even starts.” Flex sat up a little bit and the look of sheer panic on Ernesto’s face was evident. “Hey, what’s wrong? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” “I just wanted to make you feel good, that’s all.” What he really wanted to say was, “I am used to guys using my mouth as many times as they want and I feel like I’ve failed if I didn’t make you cum.” “You did make me feel good. Too good in fact, that was incredible. I. I had been watching this playlet for a time, admiring the rise and fall of her round breasts and the smoothness of her bare arms, the gleam of her golden hair and the sadness of her blue eyes.When she uttered a most unladylike squawk and her eyes got very big, I decided it was time to act. I plunked myself down beside one of the fashionably dressed young men, drank off half my beer, and said politely, "What seems to be amiss?" Who the shite are you," said the boy, who seemed to have his left. Today Camila was once again wearing a white blouse, stretching the cotton material incredibly tightly across her beautifully full boobs and tugging from either side at the buttons in the centre. I could see through the gap that it created, the firmness of her breast and the red bra that she was wearing. I found reasons to go to that end of the office regularly during the course of the day and on two or three occasions I caught a glimpse of the gap that formed between her breast and her bra,.