Some of his best clients had been seated next to him on various flights."Hi," Levy replied."So, briefcase but no computer, dark suit, you must be a la...yer." The man's lilting accent was northern European."Yes, as a matter of fact I am. May I ask what you do?" Oh, I am a producer. I guess you could say that I specialize in bringing certain kinds of real life stories really to life." Oh great, Levy thought, this is one of those Scandinavian TV producers flooding this country with bizarre new. Then a bright contrast on the other. White, red, yellow, something to catch the eye. For something like crowd control, being visible might be good.“OK, thank you, my dear, that will be all for today. I am going to start going over the fabric with them after they give me their design suggestions. I will call you in a few days when we have some better ideas.”I looked over the drawings they had made before I left, and one of the guys had one that looked nice. It was obviously intended as for. Didn't I just buy thisone? What size was it? I thought I had bought the right size. Maybe I'mbigger than a DD now? Mmmm, having such huge titties is such a turn one!As I climbed onto Curt's lap, his huge erection making an obscene yetinviting bulge in his pants, I peeled the satin cups of my G cup bradown so my huge, soft titties could bounce and jiggle in his face. Thedamn bra was too small anyway. His lips immediately latched onto one ofmy huge pink nipples while his large hands kneaded my. This and the cut that appeared on his back were pleasing to me, and it fueled me to keep going. My rage was so blind that I can't remember how many lashes I gave him. All I know is, when I was done with whipping him, his back resembled a first-grader's scribbling with a red marker. Then a flashback from just moments ago came to me again. I remembered the sight of him trying to rape my mother, and then trying to rape my girlfriend, and I got the sickest idea ever. I unchained him and hit.