In the middle of days spent burning through an inheritance, the escort I called for relief turned out to be Fumika Nakayama, the plainest girl in my year at school. Get the clothes off and the chest that's grown since then is violently, absurdly big. It felt like a waste to leave it at a paid arrangement, so I cut the agency out with a private exclusive contract and slowly remodelled her into a convenient woman who turns up naked with her legs open the moment I call. Every bit of a sex drive with nowhere else to go goes into H-cups that cover my whole face. While she's cleaning, while she's cooking, in the bath — those tits swinging while she takes my cock.