<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>"Don't underessstimate the utility of your leaderssship,"  I hiss softly. "I haven't lightly pass-ssed the opportunity to turn a handsssome hunk of meat like you into a thick layre of nagafat," I smile winningly, gently pressing my arms against my sides and squeezing my ample breasts - and still distended, gurgling stomach - forward for Johan's closer inspection...