He felt that demeaning her made him better than she was.Initially, I had delighted in my submission to him as he brought me to sexual plateaus I had n...ver reached with anyone else. All the previous men in my life had left me wanting more as they seemed to only consider me as a convenient receptacle available to them to achieve their own satisfaction.That was over! I would never tolerate to be used that way again. In fact, I was disillusioned by all men for now.My upbringing had been in a very. The more I thought about it, the more I didn't mind the whole situation. Suddenly, a thought of her naked flashed through my mind. I turned my head to the side and saw the woman's nipples poking the wet t-shirt. Momentarily, I got up and managed to get the t-shirt off of her by lifting her arms up. I knew this was wrong, but I just kept getting more and more aroused. Admiring the tits of this young, dead woman, I couldn't resist grabbing them. They felt so soft and way better than my wife's.. My figure is perfect." Ah, my dear. Don't worry," the woman said dismissing her fears. "Youvery nearly are perfect; it takes an old lady who's been a seamstress aslong as I have to tell. I've done enough girls like you to know thedifference between female hips and pads. Besides, your mom is bit of agiveaway," She whispered for Ann's benefit.Pleased with her purchase she and her mother browsed the shoe storeslooking for anything in their size. Ann got an idea of what she wantedto wear with. , a Private Investigator. I used to be a cop until the brass downtown railroaded me off the force; but that's another story. I'll take most types of cases; a lot of them involve finding missing persons, a lot of whom don't like being found. Usually, they're ducking a debt, a wife and kids, a girlfriend or have just plain had enough and want to start over somewhere else. This one was different, really different.I was sitting at my usual table in McGinty's Pub chowing down on a corned beef on rye.