***** PART 1 -Bubbles – The Girl Who Just Can’t say No- Her Summer Job-Oh Boy! My real name is Alice, but the guys all call me Bubbles. Why? I’m... not quite sure but it started back in high school, maybe it had something to do with the fact I had these tiny breasts until overnight my hormones must have kicked in a few months I blossomed and went from a walnut size bra to a watermelon holder, well maybe not a watermelon, but two real big grapefruits. Then again, I was always popping bubble gum.. But today, after many hours of blue balling and begging, she had untied my legs and put them over my head so i was no face to face with my own penis. "Cum!" she said, "all over your face and into your slutty mouth!" "NO please!" I begged. "You were whining like a baby to do it earlier! Now here's your chance! It's either now, or another two weeks, and you'll be in diapers if you keep all of this crying up!" she furiously unstrapped my right hand from the restraints that were. ‘Oh my god,’ the thought almost escaped her lips, ‘he looks like a cute puppy!’ She so wanted to kiss him and clutch his slim, hard body to her breast. She cleared her throat, ‘concentrate, girl!’ John Jacob Nicholls, or Jake to his family, had a thing about Gillian Jarvis. He always had, ever since he first saw her. She started working at the Standhope Winter merchant bank, off Cornhill, deep in the heart of the City of London, twelve years ago. This was about two years after Jake started. “Why don’t you go unzip your husband’s pants and pull out his cock. Let’s find out if he’s turned on right now.”“I ... I...” Gretchen swallowed.I winked at her.“Yes, Becky,” she moaned, her lusts consuming her. She was in heat, hyper-ovulation kicking in. The signs were obvious.It was taking all my self-control not to rip off her clothing and fuck her right now.She moved to her husband, almost floating the few steps to him. He groaned, not fighting his wife as she unzipped him. Her hand reached.