I crawl over to him and duck under the table. I rub my hands up and down his legs, under his boxers and play with his balls. Slowly slave I hear him s...ay while he opens the Huffington Post to read. I slow down my motions with pleasure, I am soaking up all my time with Master since he will be gone for a whole week. My mind starts to drift, thinking about how incredible it will be to have the house alone with my son for an entire week, and I quickly shake it off and focus back on Master. I cup his. It wasn't until three months later that Carol gave the whole thing a lotmore thought. She was at an office equipment exhibition, takingadvantage of it to do a bit of networking with suppliers who tipped heroff to potential clients, when she was introduced to a hunk of a mancalled Victor Stern. He not only had the accent of someone who hadenjoyed a private education, his suit was obviously very expensive.They lunched and during the course of that he made it clear he was veryinterested in her,. Well, I went as wibbly as blancmange and as wobbly as jelly and my sodden-cuntedness was as hot and bothersome as when the candles on a birthday cake for a really olden-days person are all lighted at once. Then Queeny Bitch explained that King Dong was looking for snowy bunnies for their forthcoming European Insemination Tour and that I was going to be audited. Which was when I fainted, onto my back, atop Queeny Bitch's desk, with my arms thrown over my head, and my thighs flung incredibly wide. Jackie must have noticed my body muscles growing everywhere expanding my shoulders, upper body, punched in stomach to particularly high light the bulging outline of my manhood in the gym shorts that I wore most often at home and strong sturdy calf muscles but to be honest; it was I who had noticed much more of her tits, her big nipples pushing outwards in all the designer braziers she always used. She was so well grown up so far to look like a sexy woman in the thick body with required fat.