Now Tracey was a normal young woman, she had read previous reports of what was going on in Zonga with a degree of interest, and she would be lying to ...erself if she denied that the more lurid reports and pictures hadn't sent a small tingle of excitement down her body. She knew that deep down every girl at some time fantasied about being a slave girl, somebody's property with no rights or decision making, somebody's plaything to be used how and when they wanted. Tracey was also a realist though. One evening (or was itafternoon?), Gina discovered a new thrill from hercunt-filling friend. As the beast’s body continued togrow and bulge outward, she thought she saw what lookedlike another small worm growing from the side of it,just under her clit. Her suspicions were confirmed one evening (or was itafternoon?) as she began to masturbate — the smallerworm now looked and acted just like the little one thathad first suckled its way inside her virgin cunt allthat time ago. She felt. He motioned me into his office and closed the door. His office was much nicer that at his last job. He had a couch and a pair of chairs as well as a small conference table. I walked over and sat on the couch. I made a point of taking off my blazer revealing a tight lace blouse that displayed my well shaped and sized breasts for him to see. My new lacy bra clearly showed my large, dark, hard nipples. I could tell he was looking. He had seen those breasts naked many, many times. I crossed my. His movements were slow and I felt that it will take ages for him to cum. But soon he gained speed and we both cummed together. We were exhausted and parted away.He said, “You are the only woman I slept with after my wife.”I winked at him, “But you are not the only man I slept with after my hubby.”I didn’t know when I slept. I was woke up by the piercing sunshine through the torn rag. I looked around. He was nowhere. I wore my clothes and while leaving, I thought to keep his wife’s clothes in.