New situations

I start to realize that she was starting to view me more as part of her body and less as a individual as she continued going on about her day. It was an natural motion for women to cross their legs I assume because she would do it a lot as the day went on, the time my body spent being incased between her thighs longer every time. And it wasn't just when she was sitting at her computer altering photos either. Sometimes when she was with a client taking photos, as she waited for them to do something or change clothes and she was just standing there, she would swing one foot over the other and cross her legs while standing up. This was the worst cause her legs muscles were taunt due to her standing. So instead of the meaty soft thighs, it felt like I was incased between two cement walls. And if she bobbed the foot that was crossed over the other in boredom, dear God it was hell cause the flex muscle would flex even more for just a moment before flexing again. It felt like I was in a meat grinder, her hard thighs rolling me back and forth as they slammed into me. But the moment that she had really forgotten about me was when she got home and took a bath. It wasn't to much of a problem, I didn't need to breath since I was at the point I was already getting all of the oxygen I needed from her. But when her hand quickly washed over me with a soapy washcloth as if I wasn't even there, followed suit with a towel after the bath, she wasn't gentle in the sense that she was when we began this whole ordeal. What sealed the whole fact was when she walked into her room, quickly spreading lotion over her body and then me. She then walked over to her dress and opened it, pulling out a pair of matching panties and bra with a shirt and gym shorts. She quickly stepped through the panties and pulled them up tight, folding my body into darkness down between her thighs. What little light was left was cut off as she slid I to her shorts. I assume she put on her bra and shirt next but what was agonizing was when she sat down, her ass slamming down on her bed. The soft cushion pushed up on me, pressing me against her body as she moved about, my mind assuming she was putting on socks and shoes. This all paled in comparison as she stood back up, my body still pressed up against her body between her thick thighs and started to walk. The meaty walls grinded me back and forth, and then she began to run. Fuuuuck, she was going for her run that she always went on after work. My body was pushed and pulled, her thighs grinding me back and forth ass the walls jiggled with each slamming foot fall. And don't get me started on the sweat. It start to run down her body, her panties doing their best to soak it up. But it wasn't enough, the liquid quickly getting squeezed out of the folds created from her thighs, crotch and hips. Dear Lord, I hope she wasn't going to take the long route today....