His ass was starting to stretch, and as he looked over his shoulder at me, I could see the discomfort fighting the arousal. I pushed a centimeter furt...er. Another two centimetres we would reach the large diameter. Then it would slip in, as his asshole would contract around it. I wanted to watch the discomfort, millimeter by millimeter. I went slowly. Turning it every now and then. I could see he was turned on, and the precum was dripping off the end of his rock hard cock onto my sheets. I was. Not yet. Youwant to prove to me you're willing to do anything to win my trust again;this is the only way." If I do this, how long will I have to have tits?" I questioned rathersharply."Until I think you've learned your lesson and I can trust you again.The tits are a punishment John. I want them to constantly remind you ofwhat you did to me. Each time you wake up and look down and see YOURown tits, I want you to know it was your obsession that got you intothis. There is no more discussion or. Due to the kiss, I was turned on, I held her tight and continued to kiss. We broke out to breath, and I removed her tank top, she was wearing a black sports bra. Her breasts looked great and there was cleavage too. I was hard underneath and she could feel it. We began kissing again, it was all passionate and hot. She took my penis in her hand and started stroking it, it felt really good. I removed her shorts too, she wore black panties, I thought that maybe she had planned this whole thing and. You know this is going to piss off Randy.”“Ok. We’ll go in and talk to them. As far as anything at home, you don’t say a word and let me deal with it.”Walking into the showroom, one of the pushy salesmen was striding up to us with a purpose. Mom cut him off, asking where Dave Sarget was. This didn’t please the guy, but he pointed to a desk in the corner. Dave Sarget was just an ordinary looking middle age white guy. We sat down and mom started negotiating. She told him what vehicle we were.