Every time I looked at my boobs in the mirror, they always seemed to be getting bigger. Soon they would be outgrowing my bra. It’s almost as if all ...my fat was getting stored solely in my breasts. Even my butt was getting bigger, my curves getting more defined as time went on. I was a plump girl, neither thin nor fat.Out of sheer boredom, I got up from my seat and went to explore our motorhome one more time. Everything was extremely compact, as it was basically a home stuffed into a small van.. It seemed my discussion with Marcus had had the desired effect.This had all come about due to my sister calling me to come to her house the previous week, and showing me his latest school report, which was very poor. She had also shown me a stack of advertising leaflets she had found under Marcus’ bed. They were from various pleasure-palaces, with photos of their new pleasure-slaves, which sixteen-year-old Marcus had obviously taken great interest in.When his mother wasn’t present, Marcus and I. But when she got up to go get us something to drink and he got a better look I could see his interest was piqued. When she went past him, I noticed he turned his head and was really staring at her sexy ass. I could tell he was really getting into checking out my hot nineteen-year-old wife.When she came back, I could see his eyes were moving up and down, taking in every inch of her. He kept going back to her bushy cunt that was only partially covered. Lynn got up a couple of more times and each. Ty Deshields from the agency knocked, then walked in and handed me a folder. I had texted him while I was in Washington and he was delivering me the information I had asked for. "The best one is on the top."While I was listening to reports I flipped through the documents, blueprints and pictures.Roseanne's report was on the 30 potential employees for the rapid response team. Twenty five had responded and fifteen of them were landing at BWI Sunday afternoon.They were to wait in the MAAR lounge.