What used to bethe mass of my legs, torso and head were reshaped into an emptyleather pouch, my melded arms flattened and mounted to my sides as astra...p.Beyond me I can sense the softness of the mattress and the proximityof my fellow handbags, my right side is butted up against some kind ofpink shoulder bag but there is no answer when I think at it... It'sjust a purse. I think of the chilling inanimate transformations of mynew friend and I wondering how many purses in the world used to. ”I peeked into the shower area and saw George Woodward on his knees sucking Bob Morton, as the shower cascaded water on them. My cock was instantly hard. I quickly made it to a bathroom stall and furiously masturbated to the best orgasm I had ever achieved.As was my normal way, I would show up at the locker with a member’s freshly shined street shoes just as he entered the locker room after a round of golf. Just a little trick to elicit a tip. This time it was Mr. Bob Morton, who said. “Tommy. We walked a couple blocks to the parking garage. Darrell and his friend chatted softly with me behind. We got to Darrell's car and he put the dress inside. Then he came over and gave me hug. He told me to contact him when I got home and it was nice meeting him. I froze as Darrell asked that I go with his friend as a test of my loyalty. My eyes widened as I looked at Darrell and his friend. His friend's eyes were pitch black as he just stared at me. Darrell got in his car and took off. I. My Nurse Moniques pulled my blanket down and said, "Step up onto your bedand lay on your stomach, please."Champagne and I did this, and when I saw the mattress of the bed, I sawthat there was a large empty gap in the mattress, just in the right placefor my enormous bosoms."Lay down, Madame, and let your bosoms fall down into the separation."I tried to do this, but my bosoms were so large, heavy, and ponderous itwas a struggle to get all of the enormous things into the gap.My Nurse Monique.
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