He didn’t linger. Maybe he didn’t even notice that there were occupants in the car. Certainly, my breasts were currently keeping the male occupant...of the car from noticing anything that was going on outside. Still, in a slight nod to modesty and decorum, I reached my right hand down the side of the seat and found the lever that laid my seat back, allowing me perhaps some measure of privacy, aside from the dark street and the overhanging oak tree. The adjustment of my seat also apparently. ‘Yes! Enjoy this pleasure as you will become one with my family!’Meanwhile Morgan finds herself in a dark, quiet place. There is a small light source coming through a crack and it allows her see herself for the first time. In how long?Her body is covered in a green shiny, latex-like covering. Here and there are small vines with tiny leaves wrapped around her. It is odd and she can’t remember how she got here or how she got covered by the material. She doesn’t even know where here is.She sighs. I take my time, stripping slowly as I bounce around the room. "Undo my bra please?" I ask lowering my body in front of him. "Of course, babe," he replies with a smile. He knows the game I'm playing all too well. Asking him to assist me in getting naked is just a way to get his hands on my body. He struggles for a moment before he unhooks the bra and swiftly wraps his arms around me, squeezing my breasts. He moans. "Your tits are perfect," he says, while planting tiny wet kisses down my back. He. ‘You must know that it’s big. Haven’t you ever measured it?’ ‘Never,’ I said, which was complete bullshit. Of course I had measured it. Many times. I’m a guy, after all. Curious, insecure, proud, satisfied, dissatisfied, envious. Did I mention insecure? The last time I had measured was several years ago, after a moment of jealousy and insecurity with a former girlfriend. She had told me that her previous boyfriend had been much bigger. For some reason it bothered me. I knew I was on the bigger.