Now Katie's breasts are not what the drooling pervert might call voluminous but rather, sedate, well-rounded attributes that any girl would be proud t... possess. Presented thus however, forcibly more pronounced by virtue of her restraints and having in mind also their un-encased reality, courtesy of the sheer material with which female night-attire is manufactured, the reader can visualize I am sure, her simmering aspect.Gently caressing her breasts beneath their rayon protector, one could. .He said done..Then we paid the bill and went to tailor to stich the material, he started to take measurements.. I saw bro was giving some looks at the tailor and me.We started from there, then on the way he asked me, why dont you go to some ladies tailor, i said bro he stitches good and come on , he said yaar i should also become a tailor she said oh, why you lost interest in your gf, he said no re not like that but think how many girls will be coming and how much fun, i said bro now plz stop. Furthermore, he fully expected to make us a fortune, writing all about it!I wasn't so sure that I wanted our little secret to get out in the open, despite the lack of proper prospects in our sexual future.I found myself trying to think about ways to broach the subject to dad, without letting on that I'd read his little journal.Meanwhile, I decided I had to share this info with my one true soulmate: Glen!After I told her how I accidentally found the diary, I detailed dad's change over to 'satyr'. " Good", smiled Darius. He had many plans for her as he now owned the beautiful, freedom-loving, blonde teacher. Later, he had her take him to her apartment. She lived all by herself, which was perfect for him. He was sitting on her sofa sipping a glass of Coke as she stood in front of him, performing a striptease for her new master. She took off her blouse, then her skirt and was down to her bra and panties. After she took them off Darius now had a much better view of his slave, the view he.