"Enjoying yourself?"I couldn't reply. I simply couldn't muster the breath to speak. Mybreasts were humongous, my waist was a forced hourglass, my bum ...wasenormous and round and my legs were stick thin. My glossy blonde updopouffed up to almost double its original size, and my lips inflated tohooker pout levels. I clutched at my face in horror as my skin darkenedto a disgusting, fake orange tan, and my lip gloss slathered lips turneda creamy hot pink. My eyelashes extended so they wooshed with. She loved that as her eyes were closed. I felt her hand around my swollen flesh. She would work on me until my sack was so drawn tight against my body. We kept that up, kissing all the while."Hope, my wife is at my mother's, but how did you get away from your husband?" Oh, baby, I didn't. He drove me here. See that second-story window. He has been watching us since I walked into that gate. He is always prepared with binoculars, infrared, and multiple cameras. The pictures he takes, he will fawn. At fifteen, I had no idea which life I wanted. My parents had an odd relationship that I had never figured out. What I was certain of was that I would never be anything like them.In fact, if I was going to be like anyone, it would be Melanie’s parents. They were the most accepting, open-minded, loving parents I knew. What concerned me there was that even with that, Melanie had tried to kill herself. I had a terrible relationship with my mom and the thought had never crossed my mind. It made no. He walked to his corner office and noticed his secretary was wearing a low cut bright blue blouse with a hint of her white bra showing through the cleavage, and a knee high grey skirt with a slit that sadly came to stop mid-thigh. Jeremy arched his eyebrow wondering what secrets that cloth hid. Both eye brows rose when he looked at the clock and realized he was not due for his meeting for another twenty minutes. "Jenny dear, follow me to my office." He calmly said in passing as he walked by.