Cuando quit? la tapa, qued? bastante chafado: tan s?lo hab?aun peque?o bol de ensalada y un yogur desnatado. Mientras daba cuenta deello, supuse que m...e daban tan poco alimento por algo relativo a todo elproceso de modificaci?n al que me hab?an sometido. ?Que equivocadaestaba! Quedarme con hambre iba a ser una constante en mi vida. Hastahoy, aunque mi cuerpo ya se ha acostumbrado a la sensaci?n y no lainterpreta como algo desagradable. Pero eso lo aprender?a m?s tarde.Algo frustrada, y sin nada. I kissed her neck again, then her ear as she reached back and grabbed ahold of me.The sight of her milk chocolate hand on my white cock made me even harder, and then she lifted a leg and slipped me between her thighs so the head of my throbbing member pushed between her already wet pussy lips."Gonna give it to me, boo?" she asked in a sultry whisper."Anytime you want it, baby," I replied in that same whisper."Good, because I'm horny, Mitch," she said with a smile as she turned her face towards. There's a bed a few feet away, but I won't sleep in it. The thought of all the lost souls wasting their existence on that infested mattress saddens me. The prostitutes and their johns. The drunks pissing themselves. The addicts shooting their fix into their veins.It's not any belief that I'm better than them that makes me choose to not sleep there. No; I belong here. I am just as lost as any alcoholic, junkie, or whore who has ever stared at these same four walls.The reason I choose the floor. It took an incredulous Lara a full second to understand what had just happened: on her way down, the tip of a large bough had slipped right between her breasts, and though she had been lucky to not be impaled, her tank top hadn't been so fortunate.“Oh, you've got to be kidding...” she muttered angrily.This was a custom-made tank top, very stretchable yet exceedingly strong, designed only to keep her very ample bosom relatively still while she performed whatever acrobatics made necessary by her.