He slung his soapy wash cloth over his back, between his new breasts. Grabbing both ends, he sawed it back and forth, which was fine, until the rough ...cloth accidentally rubbed directly across a nipple, causing such pain that he had to lean against the cool tile wall to soothe the abused nipple.Even simple things, like putting on a shirt (it doesn't slide on easily with obstructions), and driving to work (forced to lean forward) became awkward and surreal.Work. That had been his worst fear, but. She checked her shotgun, and opened the door. Tommy, Cindy's son, was right behind her. "You stay here." She wished she could hope Top was wrong, but the sick feeling in her heart told her he was right."But my mom! Something could have happened." If it did, she would want you to stay here." She shut the door in his face, cutting off any protest.Sandy met her halfway. Behind her, the van wobbled as someone moved around inside. "Your boss was right," Sandy said, "she changed into one of them. I'm. " Thank you milady," the maid said sitting on the other side of thecouch.Olivia turned and placed her feet in the maids lap then reclined backlaying propped up on a couple of pillows.Olivia was dressed as if she had just returned from the opera. Shewore a deep sapphire sequined gown that had a slit on one side thatwas mid thigh. She also had 4" blue high heel sandals on. Her hairwas done up in a very tight French Twist with not one hair out ofplace. Her makeup was glamorous but not overly done.. The rising heat on her cheeks, embarrassment, or arousal, it did not matter.The viscous syrup of her juices made penetration so easy. Open-mouthed, perhaps she thought I would never do it, not here. Impaled on my finger and no to-and-fro movement, Amy had to do that herself.She did, imperceptibly, as a hostage to lust. Not enough to get off on it, she hovered between sating the ache and being circumspect. Her dilemma churned my insides with a torrid heat. Scrutinising her expression,.