They stood off her chest like a windowbox, staying perfectly motionless however she moved, and were almost oblate. Her lips, too, she had ‘improved�...��. She looked like a caricature of a woman – swollen in every dimension and lacking the merest hint of humanity. But now the work poured in. She still shot movie after movie, but now the better magazines were after this freak. Playboy paid her to pose, and in the issue she stands, with deliciously unintentional irony, leaning against a fake rubber. Both quickly nude, we entered the living room and stealthily approached M. Almost to her, M scared the hell out of us with a shriek as she went over the edge. J yelped in surprise and M knew we were there. Without missing a stroke she continued fucking herself. The vibrator she used was at least a foot long and five inches around. There was no way she could keep it from rubbing against her big, protruding clitoris. Calling me over with a wag from her finger, M took my hand and placed it on the. This made us closer from acquaintances to friends. We used to walk out for food and sometimes at midnight for Ice-Cream, which resulted in deep conversations.After a couple of months, I started accompanying Celina on weekends. So I assured she didn’t have a boyfriend. I was getting more and more attached to her. But I was unsure whether it was love or lust? My mind was confused as she was behaving as a close friend.But one day all such confusions were cleared when we were on a trip to Universal. "Plea...Ples Miss..tress, This has go...go...GONE to f...I wan...wan...want to...be...*mumble*...gooooood...." I got out before she reachedover and put her finger on my lips, silencing me, and gazed into myglazed eyes.She let out an evil laugh and then started talking to me softly, "Youwant to be a good ... girl? You want to go further? Just nod," and Inodded in my drugged stupor. "Lets give you another cleanout and I'llmake you into the best girl, I possibly can," and I just continued.