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She still did the surgery, but my pleading prevented my mom from totally getting her way and having my lips plumped up way too far. The procedure is permanent, fist so I’m really glad I was able to talk to the doctor before the surgery. I still have more than I really want. Now I always look a little bit pouty... or maybe sexy, if you like trashy women. Mom also insisted that I have permanent eyeliner tattooed below fisting my eyes and on my eyelids. She didn’t go to a doctor for that and begging would have done no good. The man who did it told me to quiet down or he would tattoo SLUT right across the middle of my forehead. I think he was bluffing, but I wasn’t going to risk it. The liner below my eyes is sort of normal, but on my eyelids I have a black stripe right next to my eyelashes and a sky blue stripe above that. None of my friends had anything like it, but after a while it just became part of who I was, like everything else my mom insisted on. With the boobs and the lips and the weird eyes and everything else, by the time I graduated from high school, everyone thought I was a slut. I wasn’t. I was practically a virgin, but when you are Barbara Roberts and look like a Barbie Doll, everyone makes assumptions. I applied to several colleges, but got rejected by all of them. I accused my mother of somehow contacting the schools and sabotaging my education, but evidently she was innocent of that... more or less. At least it wasn’t direct sabotage like sending in nasty letters to the colleges. Evidently she didn’t have to. I learned from one admissions person that when they read in my essay that I was named after the Barbie doll and then saw– and I quote her exactly– “the extremes you have gone to in making yourself look like that doll, we felt that you perhaps needed some time to get your life together before starting college.” In other words, Big Tits they thought I was nuts. Maybe I was a little. At least I was sane enough to realize that because of my mom, everyone thought I was either a nut job or a sex freak. I finished high school and moved out of my parents’ house. I have good computer and word processing skills and tried for jobs in various offices, etc. but no one would hire me. The HR person at one large company said I would be “too distracting.” The boss in a smaller company said he would like to hire me, but “My wife would kill me.” I ended up getting a job as a hostess at a local combination restaurant and club. It sucked at both and was primarily more like a sleazy club for old people. They served food and presented “Exotic Entertainment”– at least that’s what it said on the sign. The strippers were too tame to get them busted and the cops had no real interest in checking out what was happening in the back half of the club after hours. Some guys even brought their wives there to dine out. The owner liked the idea of “Barbie” greeting his customers as they came in and he hired me. He occasionally reminded me that I could make a lot more money by “hosting” private parties in the back rooms. It was tempting, but that would have meant getting naked or worse, depending how much the customers were willing to pay. All in all, my life sucked and was getting suckier by the day. I couldn’t take it any more and decided to end it all. I’d heard that drowning isn’t all that bad if parody you stun yourself first, so I picked out a bridge that was high enough to stun me, but not so high that I would have painful injuries before I drowned. It was fisted in a really run-down part of town with very little traffic. I pulled my car into a wide spot on one end of the bridge and quickly walked out to the middle. I was wearing a sun dress and nothing else because I had read of people being held afloat by their clothing and being saved from drowning. Underwear probably wouldn’t hold much air, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I will not now or ever deny you anything. Todd empties his sack and gradually floats back to earth just his Mom gushes one last orgasmic blast before passing out. Suddenly all the friendly banter stopped and there was total silence at the table. FIH had Ryan actually told Karen about the golf balls? In spite fist of our awareness, we were all startled by hearing the fisting bell at two o'clock and we looked at each other. My dick throbbed and ached as she sauntered to me. Her hips swayed from side to side, clad in those tight jeans. 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