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Soon they were in the large upstairs bathroom and she had filled the bath with nice hot water. When she left Frank alone and came back he had already changed into a loose bathrobe by himself somehow, but she didn’t question. She wasn’t sure, but he looked entirely naked under the bathrobe. How did he change so quickly if he was wheelchair bound?

He sat in the chair comfortably and watched her work, enjoying the ripple of her slightly exposed asscheeks as he knew they would have. The smooth chunks of assflesh stuck out proudly from her back, bouncing tantalizingly and begging to be fucked. In due time. First he had to fuck those tits. They were priority.

She filled up the bath and prepared all the soap and according to the book, hoping the entire process wouldn’t take too long.

Her working for him didn’t make her any less chatty unfortunately, and tempted as he was to tell her to shut up he tolerated her inane college girl babbles. If her yammering kept her busy then it was all the easier on him, plus her voice had a certain sexy husk to it that made it decent background noise. She mentioned something about her studies and he almost sighed in exasperation. Girls like her were memorizing words in a textbook when in his opinion they should be memorizing the wrinkles under his nutsack.

Though she was dressed like an empty headed bimbo, she ironically at some point said something about women’s rights and equality. It was the only thing he made out in the sentence before deciding it was taking too long and he needed her to do something sexy.

He pulled a match from his pocket and threw it on the floor casually. It stopped near his feet.

“Camille, dear.” He said gently, “I dropped that, would you kindly help me pick it up?”

Not questioning why he wanted a matchstick in the bathroom, she nodded her pretty brunette head, “Sure.”

She picked it up and handed it to him, having to crouch in front of his wheelchair to do so. From her position on the floor, Frank was able to see directly into the valley of her cleavage. The fat globes of flesh were squeezed together so tightly it almost looked like their center masses were rejecting each other. The outfit was so tight he could see the short struggling breaths she took under it’s strain. While she held out the match to him, expecting him to take it, he simply sat there with both his arms on the chair rests, staring into her tits.

He looked up and stared at her directly in the eyes, and then he took a deep, very loud snort, sucking in large chunks of phlegm from his nostrils into his mouth and mixing it with saliva. And then, *PTHOO*, he leaned forward and spat the huge, gross wad directly into the center of her cleavage and it hit directly between her tits with a loud *splat*

“Eeek!” She squealed, dropping the match and trying to get at the disgusting blob. The ball of saliva and phlegm was already inside her cleavage though.

The wad slipped between her breasts and down her body, leaving a slimy trail on its way down. Some of it came forward as well, sliding over the dividing line between her two melons and soaking into the front of her shirt.

“Oh my god!” She said in abject revulsion, trying to reach into the top of the uniform with her hand as if she could somehow pick up the liquid. It made no sense, but it was all she could think of in her moment of panic. It made even less sense because there was not even enough room between the constricting uniform and her titanic breasts that her fingers could barely get through anyway. She ended up just looking like a fool trying to get it out.

All her efforts amounted to was putting on a sexy show for Frank, dancing and gyrating and trying to get the spit out of her breasts. His mucus slid down her body and because of his mucus, some parts of the outfit stuck to her body. She shivered in disgust. He shivered in pleasure.

Knowing she was busy with her predicament, Frank casually opened his bathrobe, leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and took a hold of his now exposed dick. He watched her struggle and wiggle, sliding his hand back and forth across the length of his pipe slowly.

She slipped on some water in her wiggling, and landed on her fat ass.

“Ow!”, she squealed sexily. And by the design of her uniform, both of her tits immediately flew out of their containers.

“Fuck yes…” He muttered, when one of them flew out with so much **** it nearly slapped her in the face. The entire thing brought a wide, ear to ear grin to his face as he slowly stroked his dick to full mast.

The thick pole was a solid 10 inches of woman-defeating meat, and and stood up at a straight 90 degree angle where he sat. He desperately hoped her throat was too small to handle it when the time came.

She tried to turn her back to him, without much success, but kept her head down the entire time and avoided eye contact, ashamed and trying to contain her modesty. She did her very best to stuff the melons back into their undersized cases. The entire process took close to a minute until she was after much trial and error, able to get her cans back in. It was a step by step thing though, she had to go one boob at a time. She had gotten over his mucus and spit on her body and was now focused on trying to maintain any dignity. She contemplated what dignity she did have left after putting on the uniform was now completely defeated.

Frank sat comfortably in his chair, stroking his fully erect hard on and enjoying the girls attempts. At one point she succeeded in getting the right tit back in, but the fat ball simply popped out again once she moved. After two more times, she finally succeeded. After watching her sexy wiggling and struggling, he lost what little respect he had left for her, and it wasn’t much to begin with.

She came to her feet and Frank quickly hid his boner back inside his robe when she turned back to him, breathing hard.

The disheveled girl panted, looking up at him like a dumb bimbo while she caught her breath, her fat lips expanded and contracted in a way that **** Frank to imagine them doing the same around his wide dick.

“Oh my, Michelle!” He began to apologize profusely, “I am so sorry! Oh, I feel so terrible. I can’t control these things you see. Sometimes, I try to speak, but spittle comes instead. Oy, I am so ashamed. Can you ever forgive me?”

At least slightly comforted that he did not mention her little display, she hoped that maybe they could continue on as if she didn’t just perform the most degrading spectacle for him. If he wasn’t going to mention it, then she would salvage her self respect and not mention it either.

“It’s… its okay Mr Albert,” She caught her breath. I can understand you didn’t mean it. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I know taking care of other people can occasionally be a messy job. And it’s Camille” She looked awkwardly at him, then continued to prepare the bath as he came up with his next machinations.

“Good, good,” He said, not that he was worried she’d ever stand up for herself. Not when she thought she could gain 700 million. “Ah that’s right, Camille, I’m ever so sorry.” In all the excitement he’d forgotten the whore’s name.

She needed to have a large dose of cum dumped into her, but how to go about it?