Despite this, all the men of Stormdale, noble, peasant and slave beheld her with a look of lechery. Who could blame them, the slave leathers hugged he...r torso like a corset, showing off her hourglass physique. Cleavage was not left to the imagination, the top of her breasts where always exposed and always caught the lustful gaze of men. The tight dress was so low-cut that bending over would expose her bare ass to any onlooker. The dress was a mark of shame, a constant reminder that her life had. .." No, I wanted YOU to be happy..." Lane, I'm ... I don't know why I feel so old-fashioned about this ... but I really don't want to..." You did a good job of convincing me that you really did." I ... I was wrong. When I mentioned it and your weenie reacted, I thought YOU did..." Baby, your grandma, what did she tell you about that? Weenies, I mean?" A stiff dick has no conscience, you mean?" Yeah. Baby, it reacts. That circuit bypasses the parts of the brain that involve thought sometimes.". When she was finally drained, she flopped down on top of my legs and drew in big gasps of breath to her lungs.Michelline quickly caught enough breath to turn around and crawl into my arms. "Glenn, I'm soooo glad that we met." Well lady," I whispered smiling, "the feeling is VERY mutual."We held each other tightly, and lightly caressed each other until we fell asleep in each others arms.I remember, as I was drifting off, thinking, 'Damn, I am one lucky SOB.'I awoke the next morning to an empty. She grew a little taller, a little thicker. Her breasts grew a bit and she kind of stretched-out, like her fingers seemed a little longer. It happened slowly, like you didn’t really notice it until it was over.It was strange. It felt dangerous and I loved it.But there were more changes than just to her exterior. That was one of the things Helen did talk about. She was careful when she described it. She liked to think of it as a part of her that she had always repressed because it kind of scared.