Its just more comfortable, and I dont have to worry about clothes constricting me. Its kind of hard not getting swallowed to death by a pair of 32 D... tits when youre 17 and 5 even. As I approach the table, my daddy looks up and smiles, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as his eyes glance about my breasts. I smirk and loosen the tie of my robe, exposing just a little more of my supple, heavy breasts to him. Is coffee ready? I ask him in a low, dulcet tone. God this felt weird, trying. Zelma sucked Jaz’s cock as if she loved it; as if she loved men and had fast-tracked him to full service lest she lose him on the way.“Did you like that?” she asked, eventually coming up for air. “Or have I lost my touch?”“That was fantastic,” he said truthfully. “Now I want to do you.”Zelma breathed in and out, deeply and with unspoken significance, then lay back, making herself available to him.She did indeed have a forest of red hair in the triangle of undergrowth and along the edges of her. She raised her head up and gave him a shocked looked. “Well, what do we have here” he said. My heart rate jumped and I was ready to defend myself. I knew this was a very bad situation, but something wasn’t right. The guy stood there, looking her up and down. She crawled to the end of the bed and placed her lap down on my crotch. My cock had softened, but that changed as she started to rub her wet pussy against it. He took a few steps forward and she reached out her hands. She. Two males clad in leather chaps, led another male, clad only ina leather g-string from the dressing room to perform their act. Therewasn't much doubt in my mind as to what their act consisted of!I sat there, in my 'southern belle' ball gown, waiting for the other actsto continue, the males in uniform leered at me, and the females looked atme with amusement. I was introduced to the other "southern belle",Melissa. As we chatted, I wondered what was going to happen to me.At last, the stage manager.