After a while, I said: We have no formalities, OK? These shoes are killing me, and bent down to release the straps. My top went down when I did that a...nd I did not even try to hold it. My then discrete cleavage was now an open show for them, and Ben in particular could see most of my boobs, including my hard nipples. I pretended not to notice, and happily sat over my legs, yoga style. While I carelessly raised my legs, I felt sure he took a good look of my beaver. We continued to chat naturally,. He then noticed a UPS truck making deliveries andthe light bulb lit. He squeezed his miniscule rental as close to theback of Melinda's BMW as possible. Going up the dangerously ricketysteps to the equally imperiling porch he knocked loudly on the frontporch and shouted, "UPS."He heard foot steps from inside the trailer and the door opened. Athin young man in jeans and tee shirt asked, "UPS?"Greg, a good three quarters of a head taller and fifty pounds heavier,replied evenly, "I'd like to. I thought about it briefly and then answered, "I did at first, honey... Iwas giving my entire life over to these people that I didn't fully knowyet, but my instincts told me to trust Mistress. To surrender my own willto there's is certainly pretty scary. Are they really going to look outfor my best interests? Will they understand what it means to me to besexually fulfilled?"I was kind of staring off into nowhere as I spoke. Karen rolled over toface me before caressing my face and kissing me. Worst of all, Ronnie had dumped her. He thought fat chicks were disgusting. And he was right, damn him!At 220 pounds, she had a distressingly ripe figure. Even Rubens might have found her a bit much. The only way she dared go out in public was disguised in dark glasses and wearing baggy, shapeless clothes. She hadn't cut a new recording in six months and had been celibate almost as long. Men took one look at her huge butt and guffawed.At 290 pounds, the world looked bleak. Eating only a single.