She didn't care about propriety anymore. She reached down and touched a crotch on either side of her, feeling cocks through different pants. Rubbing t...em.She meant to do it only for a second and thought they'd laugh and run away but no one did. And now seconds went by and then fractions of a minute. This was wrong, an equivalent of shoplifting. She wasn't invited to touch anyone. It felt wrong and yet they were all on the same page somehow. No one made eye contact now but there were. I watched her dry her gigantic breasts taking particular note of the soft underside as she lifted them one by one to dry them. She continued down drying her bulky abdomen lifting the apron of body tissue to dry the rather excoriated skin hidden underneath. I also noticed that a thin ribbon of pubic hair ran up to her belly. She then started to dry between her legs, crouching slightly to open her legs to give her better access. This exposed her labia to a greater extent allowing me the first. " Before we get into that Bret answer me one thing, are your wearing whatyou are supposed to be wearing today?" Yes Ma'am, I may be screw up but I don't go back on my word Ma'am." Did you wear it because you thought it would save your ass?" No Ma'am in fact I thought you may use it to humiliate me in front ofmy co workers." And you still decided to wear the things?'"Yes Ma'am." Why?" Because you have made me more aware of whom I am and what I need thananyone else ever has Ma'am. I realize what. Her father emerged from another room. Tracy hugged her father, "Hi dad, miss me?" her father hugged her back and laughing, said,"So you've come home at last, I was beginning to think you'd moved out." Dad, this is Ann, she's been looking after me."Tracy's father reached out his hand and I shook it, his hands were strong and hard. He was a little taller than myself, slim and with receding dark hair. He had a lovely white smile that spread to his brown eyes. "Pleased to meet you Ann, thank you.