" I muttered.? The immense weight now in my chest was getting tiring to hold up.?When Cynthia tried to put the bra on, she had a very hard time gettin... it hooked.? The amount of pressure my breasts were now applying to the bra was beyond what the bra could hold.?"Hmm, this is an interesting problem."? She said.??"No matter, we really do not need it anyway, we have a new position in mind for you now.? You are going to be our?hostess!"?She led me out to the bar, down the 3 levels and to the. She doesn’t want anything to happen to her husband.”Albert carefully looked around the office taking in details. The furniture was made of wood. Every thing about the room spoke of permanence. He knew that if he were to walk in this room a hundred years from now, everything would still be there. Cindy sat at the table fidgeting, uneasy in the room. She was made even more nervous by the assessing stare that John gave her. John stated, “You need to learn to relax in unfamiliar surroundings.”She. I remember that this is whatI signed on for, and I stifle any initial impulse I might have to curl intoa fetal position under the warm comforter, and even though I'm not in the mood,I stretch out flat on my back and begin to finger myself. My body resists, and I urge it to respond. I lightly tickle my clit withfeather strokes, hoping to arouse some passion, but it's not forthcoming. Itry to fantasize, but my mind resists as much as my body. A feeling of panicset in as I realize I can't comply.. I sound desperate and I don’t care. Pathetic. Begging you to do something that will ruin our lives. And I can’t stop. ‘Try for me, please? I need you, baby!’ ‘Fuck!’ With that one word, you are mine. You push my skirt up and my panties aside. You take your cock from my hand and slide it between my lips and I whimper. I am so wet, dripping down my thighs, but still my body fights you. I am so tight, that at first push, you don’t budge. And then you do. Steadily you push deeper and deeper between.