My eyes wondered to her breasts, squashed together in that sports bra.my stare was interrupted 'so measure me, tell me what to do' Coleen said'yeah su...e, sorry, lets get started' i nervously responded. Why did i say sorry? i had just admitted to staring at her. I wrapped my hands around her body to take grip of the measuring tape, i leaned into her and my face was nearly touching her breasts, my hands were shaking but i managed to do the measurements we agreed on.'well that wasn't so bad was. That people wear when they do sports. Jesus Christ, I don’t even know the words for them! What a Bulgarian might wear to his wedding: matching trousers and a jacket, in dark blue, with a white stripe and one of those checkmarks. Gym wear? Training suit? I know we call them ‘camping smoking’ sarcastically in Dutch. There was also a pair of sneakers, or trainers or whatever those are called. A pair of thick, white socks in a paper wrapper had also been provided.I was the only one to use a. They all, with the exception of Gogra’s two new mates, trusted me completely. They knew I wasn’t making things up for they were well familiar with the fact my people had strange and sometimes weird devices that did things that they’d had never heard of before. They just wanted to understand. For now though they were willing to let me be. Gogra sent his mates off to talk to the others in the mess hall to reassure them that all was well, but he and the others stayed to listen in on my. After about and hour of this feeling I text my Mistress asking if I could stuff myself. Her answer was NO I had to wait until later, that alone was making me even hotter. When My Mistress finally arrived at my work, I was on pins and needles hoping she would give me the ok. My Mistress first rubbed my backside, then my legs and then proceeded to hug around me making sure she had both of my tits in each hand and squeezed whispering how much she loved me. Then I was ordered to go and make sure I.