My father would have a fit if he saw me in it. It was very short. But it fit well and looked pretty good on me.The problem was the chemise I would be ...earing for a top. It was thin and silky and very pretty. If I had a boyfriend I would want him to see me in it. The cups were lacy. But they covered me. Although they gave the impression that they didn't. The problem is that it is so thin that my nipples are obvious. The straps are loose and there is no way to adjust them. The cups sagged enough. The other end of his turd finally let go for his sphincter and the whole thing stuck out of her mouth like some obscene cigar.Master stood and turned to watch her.'Suck it and then stick it into your pussy,' He ordered. He watched as she licked and sucked the turd until she leaned back and began to caress her wet glistening pussy lips. He watched as she opened her pussy and then carefully, ensuring that it did not break, pushed her master's firm dark brown six-inch-long turd into her pussy. He. “Hello Roger.” She said with a beautiful smile. “Belinda!” He exclaimed. “The last time I saw you was when you were graduating two years ago.” “Please, sit down and order. Don’t worry about paying. I’m handling the expenses.” She said. She looked gorgeous with long auburn hair and emerald green eyes. She had a very nice figure with shapely hips and a large bust. Candles and a crystal chandelier dimly lit the room. It was private and romantic, and the air was full of delicious smelling Italian. It was as though his illness had taken a life inside the estate and the removal of that by his death left a void that the three of us had a hard time dealing with. We had some reprieve from a head-on dealing with it, though, by the legal and financial issues of the estate upon Mr. Thrower’s death. The estate was kept in order and the various foundations and organizations he supported were funneled through his attorney or advisor.In the meantime, we stayed busy but there hung over us the feeling.