(In reality, Mallory’s problems were probably more psychological than physiological, but physical changes wouldn’t hurt in this case.)
Unsure of how to modify her body to make this happen, Mallory imagined her G-spot and increased its size, but she knew in an instant that size wouldn’t make the difference: she needed responsiveness. “So here is your chance to take advantage of your — how do you say? Xxx vedio She’s low on the totem pole, metaphorically speaking, and she’s still working off student loans from a couple of years at the University of Texas. With a quick turn, Mallory spun around toward the door and hit it with the bottom of her clenched fist. She crouched down and grabbed the corner, unzipping the purse an inch to remove the envelope. Mallory’s heart rate accelerated rapidly, especially after feeling something firm — and growing — against her ass. She thought she heard something behind her, a comment from someone (whether boss or coworker she couldn’t tell), but she had learned long ago that work stopped at 5, and so did she. “You ugly bitch!” she screamed at the mirror. They walked up the brick sidewalk, and as Lon opened the door for her, Mallory was taken aback at the opulence. “Have you finally had enough of being walked all over?” A multi-layered voice from the darkness boomed forth.
