Mom’s figure size is not very big but she has kept herself fit, so her figure looks very good. Her figure size is 34-34-36. I had noticed many times...that when mom wears a kurti, her bra line and bra strap are visible, as the kurti is too tight.Once I told my mother to wear loose clothes. She asked me, what happened? I told her that her tight dress makes her bra line visible. Mom laughed and said, “That’s because I only wear a bra, so if I wear a slip, it won’t show.” I said, “Okay.”My mother. Pointing at Dena. Begging to be touched.Caprice eyed Dena from the tip of her 6” heeled boots to her mostly exposed breasts. Caprice’s audit stopped there.“Oh my.” Caprice noted.Caprice dropped her fur coat behind her, exposing herself completely to Dena’s transfixed stare. Her midriff bare, matching silver leather panties tied to her skimpy top with silver chain, Caprice stood there in front of Dena in all her glory. Her boots – skin tight – wrapped up a perfect set of long legs nearly up to. “Hmm. She’s pretty. But one thing though...” Jordan said.“She doesn’t fit, does she? See, you do have a type. Just for that, I’m calling her to say she has the job.”“It’s not that. I would gladly work with her. It’s just that the website...”“Exactly. Variety, my dear Jordan. Variety. She’ll be here in a few days.”A few days later... She arrived.“You must be Isabella.”“Yes. Yes, I am.”“Of course, I need some form of identification just to make sure,” Lexi said, behind her desk.“Sure. Don’t. “We’ll get you out of here Stacie, hang in there!” I said urgently, as I pulled my sweaty t-shirt off my large deformed body. “Let me unbind your legs first ok?” I lied. She nodded her head, sobbing through her gag. I was hard, very hard and I stepped out of my shorts. The room was dank, stank of sweat and sex. It was barely lit, a single yellow bulb hung above the bed, illuminating the bed and the girl stretched out on it. I peeled off my leather thong and slid it down my thick legs as I.