He must have liked me, because he wanted to go back to my place. So then we sat on different sofas opposite each other and chatted some more, until he...patted the empty space next to him, gesturing for me to sit next to him. I told him that I'm very nervous, which was actually true - because he was gorgeous, and he pointed out that we can go as little or as far as I'm comfortable with. I asked if I could kiss him, and he said yes. So we kissed, and he had the softest lushest lips I had ever. She gave me a huge flash of naked stomach but somehow managed to keep her breasts covered. She was an expert of the tease it seemed and, before I knew it, she was fully covered up.‘You say what you need and I’ll do it for you,’ I croaked.‘Oh, I will,’ Abbie said.‘We all will, we really appreciate the work, Simon, we really do,’ Fiona had done the coffee now and seemed to be completely unaware of anything that had gone on. She had finally twigged that Abbie hadn’t got ready for work and raised. Iunderstood that a vindictive, lecherous, fat, old man could probablymake it unpleasant, if he wanted to. But I had options, too, up to andincluding screaming rape or punching him in the nuts. Or biting hisdick off. Again, this was probably one more experience I missed out onby never having been a teenaged girl. So, I thought, "Bring it, fatboy." Outwardly, I smiled sweetly. Inwardly, I pulled up my armoredbitch panties, so to speak."Am I fired?" Well, I haven't decided. I would have to have. My whole body was struggling under the massive inertia of the upper breast. I had a passing thought that there had been an antique punishment of being crushed under heavy weights. Now I appreciated the agonies that malefactors condemned to such a fate would have undergone. I was in a similar position even though the object oppressing me was soft and yielding. It was fortunate that I had been sleeping with one arm above my head and that I was not wearing any attire. The friction between my.