While I hated sports, I did like activity, so I wasn’t a ninety-pound-weakling, but I was very slim. Mrs. Marsh’s breasts were a solid C-cup and m...aybe even a D. They felt so different from my own in my hands, so heavy, so solid. It was actually strange holding them and feeling their weight since my own just filled my palm. I played with them a bit and felt something I had seen on my own meager offerings, her nipples tightened up.“I think you are enjoying this, aren’t you Mrs. Marsh? I can tell. Lindsey grabbed him from behind and started to break down, but he carried her over to the couch and put her there. She curled up in the fetal position and cried and cried.He left her there as he slowly closed the door.That might have been the end of it but fate rarely quits having a good chuckle at others misfortunes.Three months later after Dusty finally got his last test back negative for HIV he was almost happy.He found out that his sperm count was probably never going to be really that high. "Wow, why would someone who lived here want to talk to me?" asked JasonJason went to the front door and rang the bell. The door was answered by a curvy, blonde haired woman, about 21 years old, dressed in purple business attire."May I help you?" Uh, my name is Jason, I was invited here to talk" said Jason"Oh, of course, Jason, come on in, my name is Emma, I'm the personal assistant" said the womanEmma led Jason into the mansion and through the halls."So, do you know what your boss wants to talk. Mac lived on the west end of Portland's peninsula in a spacious three story house that felt like a second home, a refuge, to Mia.It was the peace that spurred her flight away from the city. Away from Robert. Robert Stein was a terrible jewelry designer and a worse human being, but he was an amazing businessman. Though he was an awful jeweler he could find gems thought to be lost; for this he was paid handsomely by various employers.One of these employers was her own father. Robert imported.