She was a brunet with her hair pulled back tight into a long clean pony tail. Her tits were a nice size but not really all that big. Her most attracti...ve feature were her legs. Her nice slim hips faded down into well toned thin long legs. The rarest of the rare. And there she was in her two inch pumps, a well tailored fitting suit, and shinny pantyhose. And what a fantastic smile."Hi. My name is Tom. What can I do for you?" Hi. I'm Melissa and I'm going to be giving a presentation in about an. Or tubby. Or stout. Or generously built. But Fatima knew that such words were just euphemisms for the same thing, Fat. Gross. Obese. She studied her naked reflection in the wall-length mirror, which was too narrow to encompass the whole of her girth. She was sure she wasn't ugly as such. She studied her face. Wasn't her face quite pretty from certain angles?But from the chin down: fold after fold of light brown flesh, overflowing any clothes she wore. If she wore loose clothes, she looked like. "Uh, Mom. About where I.."Mom was already on the next page. The woman could read me like a book. " You can do it in my mouth, dear. I don't mind," She indicated what she was wearing, "These are my work clothes remember. I don't want you covering them with your sperm. Make sure you don't take it out until I've sucked every last drop from your balls. Got that?"Hell, YEAH. Got that very muchly, Mom. My dick probably stretched another inch at the thought of blowing a load down her throat. With a. I turned to see if my panties leftpanty lines. Thankfully, no panty lines at all. And no bra lines. MyFrench pedicure peaked out from between the bold, wide black straps ofthe sandals."Maybe we'll all paint our nails tonight and you can try a boldercolor?" That sounds nice," I said calmly as I tried to take a step in theheels. They were very tall, but surprisingly stable.Marilyn removed from her bag, the oblong white box containing my hairextensions. I reached for them and then quickly.