After spanking the credit card so much, I couldn’t wait to try on the new clothes. I found myself lost in a daydream, imagining what the combination...of different skirts and blouses looked like on me. When one of my colleagues called me to ask me something, they had to say my name two or three times before I realised they were talking to me. Because when I was lost in my thoughts, in my mind I was Carla, not Carl. I even found myself wanting to mince down the corridor when I went to the loo like. "I've done a lot of my packing." I'm concerned about something that I think might bother you," I said."Grace, what are you talking about?" she said."Well, I have, how should I say this, a gentleman caller every Sunday." I said."Why would that bother me?" she said."Well, Eileen, he and I have sex," I said. "And I know how frustrated you've been about your sex life lately. I'd hate for you to feel uncomfortable having him there on Sundays, knowing what we're doing."Eileen frowned down at her. Part of him wanted to run overand comfort her and tell her that it was all over he would run her home and hewould never bother her again but another part hungered to see how far he couldpush her before she broke. It was seeing the way she was starting to rub herlegs together that finally made him decide to keep using her as it was morethen obvious the slut was starting to get off on all of this. He had hoped thatshe would come to like it in some way but at the same time He wanted her tohate. ”“Ha, those, well I prefer natural ones anyway.”“Good.”“Also, I think your big H-cups will be way bigger anyway.”Anne smiled; she wanted Jason to want her more.They kissed and hugged more. Soon Anne lay on her side, facing Jason, and could feel it heating up.Jason was staring at Anne’s deep cleavage as her boobs rested on top of each other; he watched as they gently wobbled with each of Anne’s breaths. His cock started to get hard.Anne was watching his face change a little; he was wanting her.