His hands and mouth travelled freely now over the young bride's burning flesh, recalling the wonderful feelings she had formerly only enjoyed with her beloved husband. His hands kneaded the doughy mounds and tested their weight and shape and firmness and he marvelled at the size and consistency of them. Breasts as large as these usually fell or sagged, but these had as yet not surrendered to the ravages of gravity. Her whole body was gradually losing its rigidity, becoming putty in his hands.

He pushed the dress back over her shoulders, down over her upper arms, baring her to the waist, and covered her whole torso with the most tender caresses he was capable of, her shoulders, her neck, the under-sides of her breasts, he even licked her moist but sweet-smelling armpits. He caressed her smooth belly and the innocent indentation of her navel, pushing the fabric downward until he had found the top of her panties.

Ike couldn't believe how easy this had been. First, he had given her a stiff dose of alcohol, though not a lot for a drinker, scared her a little, and then stroked her a little. The little bitch must have a low tolerance for alcohol and a very high need for sex. Lots of hormones and insecurity. Great nerve endings. Whatever. She was going to get what he wanted her to have: eight inches of cock.

Kim's eyes opened wide as Ike's hands took her dress and the waistband of her panties and began working them over and off her plump buttocks and trim hips. She opened her mouth to make some kind of protest but before she could say a word, Ike was speaking softly and planting light kisses on her uplifted tits.

"I think it's wonderful that you're doing this for your husband, so that he can keep his job and move up in the organization," he muttered in between his kisses. "And to think I believed you were only here to tease me."