Breathing in this attire was possible, but not easy. Bending was nearly impossible and not recommended.There were as series of straps hanging from the...upper front of the corset. With these, I introduced an element of tit-bondage, tightly tying that tender flesh with a criss-cross of strands until their breast bulged out between the straps like twin balloons forced against a chain-link fence. It was delightfully painful and, at the same time, deliciously erotic. The slightest touch on their tits. So to say i was horny is an understatement. I decided to go to a porn arcade near my town to relieve some stress in my balls. This was in the early 90's so things weren't very technological at the time, so the place was a bit DIY if you know what i mean. Heck they ran the whole set up off a VIC 20 computer. The booths were normal but had of course gloryholes in some. I went to one in the back that didn't have a gloryhole in it as i don't swing that way. At least i didn't before this happened to. I rise and grasp her hips and roughly pull her up onto her knees, her face pressing firmly against the van floor. I lean over a little and place one hand flat against her pussy, the heel of my palm mashing her clit against her pubic bone. With my other hand I grab one of her generous tits and squeeze it hard through the material of her shirt, mashing it, twisting, stretching it painfully. Each time I ruthlessly slam my big cock into her I pull back on her tit with all my strength and powerfully. That was when Suzanne came over to me and asked me to dance."Sure," I told her, casting a quick glance over at Mr. Remington. He was out in the dance area as well, moving and grinding with the young girlfriend of Aaron Rivers. "Let's do it."The song was Too Much Time On My Hands, a good beat to dance to. We moved our hips and shoulders amid the other couples and Suzanne's face lit up with a pleasant smile."You're pretty good at this," she told me."My ex-wife and I used to go out dancing a lot.