My name was Lola Sinclair, a young wife finding her way in the world.Even though I grew up in a small farming town, I had fair skin, delicate features, and a full bust. After giving birth, my breasts had grown to a 38F. Together, they weighed 22 pounds.Many men in the countryside were drawn to my curvaceous figure. After all, my husband, Dominic DeLuca, had become disabled after injuring his leg at a construction site.The contractor responsible had vanished, leaving us without a single cent in compensation. We were forced to cover $100,000 in medical expenses ourselves.My family quickly sank further into poverty. I couldn't afford to leave the house for work either; after all, I had to take care of Dominic and our two children.Due to his disability, Dominic could no longer work at the construction site. Watching him groan and sigh throughout the day left me feeling uneasy.After much consideration, Dominic finally figured out a way to earn a living. He chose to take a job dr
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