He stroked the base of Zach’s cock as he sucked the head hungrily. He pushed himself deeper and deeper until he removed his hand from the base. He c...uldn’t get it all in his mouth, but he got far enough that his hand was in the way. He tugged gently at Zach’s balls and was amazed at how large and heavy they were.After a couple of minutes, Zach grabbed Mark and stood him up. He turned him around toward the lockers with his arms extended and his legs spread.Mark’s heart was beating out of his. I picked it up and put my arms through the straps.I then tried to attach the hooks and eyes two or three times before I wassnugly encased in my bra."I should have told you it's a magical training bra," said my pantyhose."What is a training bra?" I replied."When you train a plant what are you doing? Teaching it how to grow,right? Well what do you have that needs to grow?"I looked down.I should have got used to magical transformations by now but I wasnonetheless surprised to discover I had. It was about less than six stories high. They passed bythe security guards and Natasha spent some timechatting in Malay to the guards, in a very warm andfriendly way. But they then proceeded towardsunderneath the building, which also served as somecarpark and they walked towards the lift. Natashapushed the button and then told Francesca, “Come insidethe lift.”Once inside the lift, Natasha pushed the button for thefifth floor. Natasha looked at the food bag thatFrancesca was carrying. She wore no makeup or jewelry. She did little to fix up her hair. She wore extremely high necklines, not daring to show cleavage. Her skirts and dresses never ventured above her knees. Yet, somehow, she exuded a quiet, innocent allure.Her loose-fitting clothes could not completely disguise her slim hips and ample breasts. Her arms and calf muscles were toned and athletic. Her dark auburn hair was certainly God's gift rather than the product of a Clairol or L'Oreal bottle. Her clear, natural.