“Yes, really. I mean I will have to ask him, but I will do that much,” I said.“Thanks a bunch, Davey, I really mean it. Things are pretty dicey ...or me right now, and I could use the help, a better job,” she said.“He came to me yesterday,” he said.“Who? You mean David?” said Stacey.“Yes, he asked about a job,” said Ronald.“A job? He wants to quit Ferguson and work for you? My David?” she said.“No, no, no, no, he asked for somebody else. Seems his coworker is in tough and needs a better paying. Her breasts were small but perky, only concealed by her thin, tan-coloured top. Neil went back to his work, which mainly involved populating a field on his spread sheet with sales figures. When the girl bent over to plug in her Hoover, he paused again and gave her ass a long, lustful gaze. She stood up and half caught him ogling her. “It is okay to put on, yes?” asked the girl, with a thick European accent. “Yeah. Go for it!” said Neil. Neil found himself unable to look away as she vacuumed. Knowing that her plan would not work his bravado and facial expressiontook on a haughty air. He had already won and his mother would only toosoon discover. Then she would need to start the labor-intensive effortneeded to free him from this stiff prison. The skirt, yes, the skirt hedid expect not to be a problem but the top would prove to be a problem.Set back down in his mannequin place of decoration, now clad in thirteenor fourteen layers of pantyhose top and bottom all of which were. "Tiffany hesitated."It won't hurt you," Charisma promised.Tiffany donned the corset. When she'd worn the bra, her tits had felt different, as if they were filled with jelly, and the jelly seemed to shift and slide within her breasts. She could feel her boobs expanding, swelling, seeming to inflate. These sensations had frightened her at the time, although she hadn't remembered them since, until now. In retrospect, she realized that the sensations must have been associated with the increase in.