I could see that it was not the bra which had caused her breasts to jut out, it was obvious that she had implants. 'Oh do you like them?' she asked as...she looked down at them proudly, 'Ian bought me them for my fiftieth birthday a few years ago' she said. 'Wow', I said, a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, 'they look great'.'Touch them' said Charlie enthusiastically, 'they feel very real, my surgeon did a great job on them'. I reached out and touched her left breast, it was very soft and. I didn’t know what had gotten into her. She had never looked so beautiful. Her hair was pulled back the way I like it she also had on some hoop earrings and was wearing makeup, which she rarely does. I was mesmerized! She asked me if I was ready to serve her? To which I quickly responded yes!!! She then told me to kneel and took a collar from off of the coffee table and put it on me. She informed me that tonight I was there for her pleasure. She then told me to strip and. Mom had put on her make-up by then and she collected her white wrapper and we headed for the bar for our pre-dinner drinks.We were sitting chatting, with me still refusing to tell her where we were going to, when I had a remember."Are you still playing bridge?" I asked and when she replied that she was, regularly, and why did I want to know? I went on, " I saw in this mornings' news-sheet that the front lounge is reserved tomorrow for a two session tournament, afternoon and evening, with a. More the opposite, she had always felt that she looked too sexy. She was long legged, skinny and had big breasts. She had been a good, modest, catholic girl; trapped in a hot babe’s body. Thinking of her teenage years made her feel bad. She was partly ashamed of how prudish she had been, but also ashamed of how Tom made her show of her body nowadays. She remembered how guilty she felt when she discovered masturbation. How she had traveled to a different city to go confess because she did not.