"Lets get you back to a dressing room, and I'll get you measured." Damn! Are those real?" The worker blurted out as Meagan removed her shirt. "Oh, I c...n't believe I just said that. It was terribly unprofessional of me to say that in front of a customer." They're real." Fuck me! I'm so damn jealous. It's one thing to see women with big fake racks come in here to get measured for new clothing after a boob job. I can tell myself that I could have tits like that too if I wanted to pay for them, but. "Jesus!" Janet said as she gazed into Maria's gaping fuck hole. She could see every bit of the teen's pink cunt guts and watched with hot lust burning through her as her daughter's inner walls flexed themselves in protest."We'll need a catheter from the top drawer, Janet." Elizabeth ordered, and Janet hurried to retrieve it."Catheter?" Maria gasped."Yes, Kitten. If you want to be a proper toilet, you have to learn to drink without spilling." Elizabeth said as she opened the paper bag and pulled. He stood in front of me, his stiff cock clearly outlined under his trousers. He quickly took off his pants, shoes and socks, and unbuttoned his shirt for my delectation, leaving him in an open dress shirt and bulging boxer briefs. I reached out to touch the irresistible bulge, but he pulled my hand away. "No touching, just looking right now," he said. He picked up one of my legs at a time, pulling off the boot, stroking the soft skin behind my knees, the front and back of my thighs, and up my. It is mine. I also built the small airport just downhill in that direction, and I have a corporate jet down there.” He gestured towards the Circle airport.Elaine said, “But you live kind of simply for that much money, or am I missing something? Are you putting us on? The house isn’t all that pretentious, although the art is spectacular. You don’t have an entourage of people following you around.”“I do live simply. I don’t need a lot of trappings. I didn’t have the money or the trappings growing.