That led me to believe that maybe she planned it.“That is beautiful. Your husband is a very lucky man.”“He hardly pays attention to me since I h...ve gotten so big. He probably hasn’t even seen how big my breasts are.”“Then he is missing out.”“That is so nice of you to say. Would you do me a favor and rub my breasts? It would make them feel so much better.”“If I do, you are not going to HR to say I sexually assaulted you, are you?”“I should worry about you doing that very same thing. I walked. I tried to do the same. yet I found myself calling him 'sir' when we talked."Ready for lunch?" Mark asked me."Yes, Sir." I replied. "Your place or mine?" I asked as we headed to the door."Let's go to my place today."We walked to his apartment together mostly in silence. I was wondering what would take place during lunch. Mark seemed to have totally forgotten about our Saturday suck-fest. When we entered Mark told me to make him a sandwich. Soon I found myself in the kitchen making him a. I am going to make some adjustments so that they are all you are. Just tits, holes and padding for my pleasure. All the extraneous parts of your body will be smoothed off, reamed, cut, and polished to leave you as a sexual core. A collection of helpless attractions with no distractions." Chantel managed to cry out despite the full mouth. It came as a small cry, a whimper of distress, a sob that shook her body as her worst fears became reality. She felt the prick of the needle in her arm and. . and stuttered out, “Really, really sorry Ms...” I couldn't remember her name for the life of me.Would I would remember is that she was a stunning young woman who looked like she had just stepped off the pages of Playboy magazine and put some clothes on. Her hair was flowing golden yellow with a loose ponytail hanging down her back. She had on a tight red turtle-neck sweater that did everything to complement her. Smooth round hips covered in a pair of white corduroy pants. She had a pair of.