A minute later I led a dripping and smiling mom from the pool, and couldn't help but notice how the white bikini had become almost transparent. She lo...oked up into my eyes in surprise when she saw my hand slip inside my suit and start to move. "What are you doing?" I want to be ready... for the picture, Katrina's got to see how excited I was, ' I stammered as I stroked myself to hardness, then moved to the table, adjusted the shot, pushed the button and then ran back to mom's side and put my arm. Again, I had no choice. I hadn’t noticed any effects from the pills except that they kept making me feel sick for a few hours. Tyrone has also been making me wear bras now that he’s been sneaking in along with the pairs of panties that he’s somehow managing to get. He kept telling me that in a couple months, I should be filling out the bras nicely. “What the hell does that mean?” I thought. But nevertheless, I was Tyrone’s slave. 4 months in now, and I have begun to notice breasts forming. I. I started asking him questions about himself. How long had he been there? How long would he stay? How could he stand living under such miserable circumstances? Garou said he had always been there, and he would always remain . I thought he meant until he died, but I was wrong. He said forever, "Toujours. Sans cesse. Je vais vivre. Je ne mourrai pas!”An oddly expressed sentiment, I thought at the time. It’s not unusual for someone to say he will live somewhere forever, but Garou implied that he. After a few jars and a few pubs, I was getting restless. R was wearing a low cut top and tight jeans. Great ass and big big tits. I could feel my cock swelling, starting to throb and leak precum in my jeans thinking about sucking on those huge tits. My problem was our colleague…great bloke but to be frank not 3sum material. I don’t do short fat bald blokes! We ended up in a pub with a live band. We were all stood together and R stood in front of me complaining about a pain in her shoulder..