<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/faith_zpsvtmmwkjq.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Faith Mercer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Diner<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Andrea, Open<br/><hr/>Why is it that my sex life and bathrooms seem to be linked? Faith found herself wondering, first time was in a stall at school ... now this ...<br/>Outwardly, her only reaction had been a little whimper as her hand was removed from between her legs, muffled by the breast in her mouth and an equally subdued moan as  Andrea took over fingering her.<br/>Whatever had happened to her head wanted her to agree, to be a good girl and to let Andrea do whatever she wanted to her. Yet the old voices were still there too, and they faintly reminded her that she was hardly a good girl by any measure of the term.<br/>"Whur-" she paused, tilted her head back a little and gave up her mouthful of flesh for a moment. "What if I like being a bad girl?"<br/><br/>Although she smiled, her eyes drifted downwards and caught a glimpse of her greatly expanded bust, just visible beneath Andrea's. "And-" It was hard, stringing the thoughts together, which now only made her more confused and worried. "What happened to them. To me?" She made herself question. That she was getting fingered in a bathroom was, while still somewhat rare, not an unusual situation for her, but ... her breasts hadn't been like that before, right? They were- were small, like her mother's. Or meant to be, she was sure. Mostly.