He unbuckled the skirt and pulled it down off my hips. I felt him scoop my legs up and then he slid the skirt all the way off."Well, lookie here, a we... spot. Miss rich bitch is all ready for Enrico's big cock." He rubbed my slit though my wet panties with his thumb. Then he grabbed my panties at the hips, pulled, and with muscles bulging tore them in half.I had looked down when I felt him grab the panties. I saw his bulge and felt my whole body flush with heat. Suddenly, I was naked with a man.. Everything.The girl in the mirror had breasts.It wasn't a trick of the light; some hallucination sparkedby adolescent daydreams and a rush of endorphins. Twolarge, perfectly formed breasts were straining theunderwire cups to the breaking point. Smooth, alabasterflesh overflowed the flimsy black lace. My mouth gaped inopen astonishment; my hands flew up to confirm what my mindsimply couldn't accept. And suddenly, I understood whyMum's bra had felt so tight.I had breasts."Oh dear GOD!!" I cried. “It’ll only take a few minutes,” Sheila replied. I looked over at Mike, my bartender and before I Could say anything, Mike nodded his head to indicate he had things under control.“One Seventy,” I hollered at Mike. One seventy was our occupancy rate.I guided Sheila to my office and closed the door. Instantly, we kissed, deeply and very passionately. There was a huge crowd right outside my office door. It didn’t seem to matter to Sheila.“You have something of mine,” Sheila intoned. I had no clue. He gagged and pulled me out a bit, then slobbered on it, pushing his tongue onto my shaft inside his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and made him follow me as I flew onto my back; his teeth stung me a bit, so I trusted my hips forward as I pulled his head down and put all of me into his little throat. He pulled off and started to gag but I thrust him back down onto my engorged member. This time he didn't gag, and he actually stayed like that for a second before I let him up; his eyes were.