. ''Can't you keep her quiet?' I heard Zac complain.'Sure!' said his offsider.I heard the dull sound of a blow followed by the noise of ripping cloth ...nd when I next risked a look in the mirror the woman could be seen sitting wideeyed on the floor, her dress torn to reveal her bosom. She was no longer making a noise louder than a whisper. Her bra and the hem of her outfit had been used to gag her. Cyril was pulling a skein of washing line from his pocket. I could hear Zac opening and closing. What does it taste like?”This was better than I'd had dreamed. “Lick it and taste it . . . it’s okay . . .”She bent down and licked the head and then she licked her lips. “It's not bad . . . can I suck on it?” “Oh please do!” was my reply.She opened her beautiful lips and took the head into her mouth. Just like her sister she performed as I'm sure she had observed. Her fist was wrapped around it and she stroked the base as she kept her lips just above her fingers. And her tongue was on the. “Huh? what’s that? I can’thear you.”“I want to suck her tits,” she finally blurted out, soI let her. I’m an easy-going sort of guy.While she occupied herself with Liz’s chest, much toLiz’s enjoyment, I ran my hands gently and lightlyover her legs up to her belly. Then I moved to herneck and arms, then back to her hips and waist. Ispent a good long time on her navel because I love agood navel, then started sliding my arms up her sidesand over. But alas they don't seem to be made in my abundant size, so it was off the Tri-Ess Shopping Guide. I soon had written letters to every supplier of feminine undergarments from Lane Bryant to Omar the Tentmaker. Upon cleaning out the old PO box (under the glare of an annoyed postmaster) and carting away the resultant mass of circulars, catalogs and come-ons I began the Search For The Perfect Bra.As I spent many hours gazing at scantily clad women, a not unpleasant pastime in itself, I happily.