Pam announces "Feet first please." And the secretary drapes her ample form over her desk, extending her legs for Pam's dining pleasure. Her pale naked skin looks delicious, and you envy Pam as she engulfs the secretary’s feet, which you know taste as good as they look.
Now Pam works her way up her smooth legs, whose skin is becoming enflamed as each inch of it is kissed by Pam’s lips. You can tell Pam’s tongue is also in action, further adding to her meal’s excitement. Soon she reaches the apex of her thighs, and she is caressing the secretary’s needy center. Her excitement mounts until she gives a gentle shutter. Pam, however, is not finished, and resumes licking her hidden treasure until the secretary is frantic with need. But now she holds her there until her victim begs for her to finish her, which she does, granting a blinding explosion that knocks the secretary out.
Pam resumes eating, and soon that flat belly and trim ribs join her lower body in Pam’s digestive track. You get to watch as the secretary’s lush mounds are tickled, caressed and licked to a peak of excitement, and to two more climaxes as she screams with joy.
Finally Pam finishes her meal, consuming shoulders, head, and arms, taking a second to play with the fingers as they slid in. “You were quite tasty. I’m going to have to eat you again some time. But now I must dash to find my man.”

Dashing with a woman in one’s belly is not exactly a fast process. In fact, it hardly classifies as a waddle. Which slows to a dead stop. You can’t exactly read Pam’s mind, but you think you can guess well enough here. Most boys prefer flat bellies, so perhaps she should wait to find her dream… You may guess wrong, but Pam turns from going to his room and heads back to hers. A quick check reveals that he has not shown up there. So a slightly smaller Pam now heads to his room, worried that he is in terrible trouble. There is surely no other reason for his absence…

The noise coming out of his room confirms all her fears, and she rushes in yelling “I’ll save you!”, a cry she quickly realizes is misplaced.

He is indeed bedridden, but not in the way she had assumed. Riding him is a tall blond he is enjoying very much. “What are you doing?” A question she knows sounds stupid. “You can’t…” He obviously can. In fact a spasm suggests he just did. “But you’re mine…” But she is already realizing that isn’t true either.

“Is this a friend of yours?” the blond ask in a tone that warns Pam had better not be.

And her lover replies in a tone that sounds horribly honest. “She’s nothing to me. Why don’t you have a snack of her?”

To Pam's horrified eyes, the blond thinks that is a good idea and gets off her partner in crime and advances on the crushed Pam, while her faithless lover moves to support his new love.