.." Of course you do!" She looked at me with a cool confidence thattold me breasts were necessary, that she'd be the best judge of that,that I'd reali...e it sooner or later, so hesitation was altogetherbeside the point. Her voice was carefully measured as she added, "Youneed to understand this, Jackie. I won't live with a man or a womanwho wants things only half-way. A sort of man sort of woman. You knowthat about me. I need to know that you're committed to enjoy what youare one way or the. Over breakfast Dorie Lou glanced at Simon then made a 'questioningexpression' as she nodded towards their mother."Go on. Tell her," Dorie Lou whispered hoarsely." Tell me what?" asked Mrs Benson.Simon hesitated nervously so Dorie Lou spoke for him. She often did inmatters of the heart. Simon was a very shy insecure boy since hismother's murder."Simon wants titties like mine." What! Are you sure Simon?" asked Mrs Benson, not too surprised.Simon hesitated for a moment then nodded slightly as his. "With each stroke, with each taste of my pre-cum you will feel the memories of your old life fade, replaced with the need to obey your master, your world will revolve around pleasing me, all your other memories being completely wiped." The salty taste of his pre-cum was yet another stimuli, forever changing my brain. I could feel my c***dhood memories disappearing, my first kiss, my first job, girlfriend, vanishing one by one. Soon all I had left was fragments. My mind wasn't completely willing. “Kinda warm tonight,” Liv commented. She leaned forward in her chair and began to unbutton the red, long sleeve work shirt our company made supervisors wear. “I can turn up the air,” I offered, though the office felt plenty cool to me. I tried not to stare as the baggy red shirt opened. “That’s okay,” she said, slipping out of the shirt and twisting to hang it over her chair. My attempt to not stare failed as I saw what was underneath the red work shirt. She wore a white tank top.