But it was made to wear over a camisole. I had never dreamt of wearing it with nothing underneath.I turned to my tormentors to plead for mercy, but wh...n I saw their faces knew it would do no good. It would make it worse. They would enjoy my begging and humiliate me further. I put on the blouse and saw the shape of my breasts and dark nipples through the sheer material. Thank goodness it wasn't white. The skirt closed with only a minor tug. My waist size wasn't much larger than my high school. It could barely take the hills and the brakes werestarting to burn on the downsides. I was beginning to get terribly tiredof authenticity in drama. I made it into Playa with my brakes smoking,got out of the car and got busy looking helpless. A couple of the mechanics from the auto body came right over. Wouldn'tyou if a twentiesh babe in a hot pink, string bikini and white highheels, big tits, great ass and long blonde hair was looking for a littlecar help? "Gee, like you know," I said to the. Then, as the male attendant’s massaging of my shoulders and neck muscles worked deeper, the female attendant descended her hips onto my cock and pulled me ever deeper into her and started to slowly pump me with her pelvis.Before I climaxed, they had me out of the tub, dried off in intimate pattings with deep-pile cotton towels and had me face down on the four-poster bed. The female attendant was crouched above my head and was deeply massaging my back muscles down to my waist, and the male. Always having a thing for older chubby women, they had to have grand saggy tits, arse, big pussy lips and clitoris, but the latter is a bit of a rarity I found. I guess it stems from my own childhood, Mum, sister and an aunty, not knowing their intimacies – but I was swamped in wobbly white flesh and the nice thing was, big cheery faces and expressions, rarely angry. A new elderly neighbour four doors down the road was perfect to ogle from a distant, persuading me to walk to the local shop,.