I did not want to live like this,my back side wasreally big,waist slim,breasts horrible,I was told only 2 bras had beenordered for me and the size was...40 DD,but very shortly the cup size wasto be increased as was required.As I was being told I noticed my nippleswere wet,Jo saw them and said it was milk due to the type of hormones Iwas on,but I would be instructed on how to deal with it and dispose ofit,and that I would come to love it.I was given a tissue and told to drymyself.Oh ,God what was. I pulled myself together. I still felt odd, uncertain but her words had comforted me. More, her gentleness had. I undressed and put my jeans away and my underwear and blouse in the linen basket. The shower ran hot and I let it sting my skin and wash away my sadness. Dried, I put her PJs in the bathroom and slipped on a pair of silk pyjama shorts and the jacket with short sleeves that I knew she loved. I must have dropped off. The weight of her on the bed roused me and I turned to face her.. No, Noon was using her. She was nothing but Noon's fucktoy, nothing but a sluthole for him to fill and fuck and fill some more.The sounds were obscene. Wet squelching, Noon's pants and interspaced whines, Zendaya's loud moans and babbled pleas. Her fingers were still digging into her own skin, still kept her cheeks nice and spread for her stud, trapped under Noon's hips. With Noon's cock swelling inside of her it was getting harder to keep her hands where they were, harder to be a good bitch. Sperm from my ... ooo ... pussy ... lapping your own ... gawd ... cum from ... my ... My cunt!”This was definitely out of character for my Lily! I wasn’t complaining though. I’d often tried to get her to be more vocal during sex, especially to talk dirty, but she just couldn’t “bring herself to be that nasty” – as she said on more than one occasion. Somehow she had, and here was the proof. Here she was, grinding her pussy on my face, spouting a constant stream of dirty words and encouragement,.