Glenn rolled over and gingerly tip toed over to me. I had turned the color of a pale ghost as Glenn pushed me towards the hulking black man. He was ru...bing his long hardened post as I walked past. He swatted my ass and I jumped. Glen had setup a camera at the end of the bed and I was instructed to look into it. Glenn had another camera in which he held looking over me…wanting to capture me taking him in. I leaned over the bed and bent over. I reached back with both hands pulling myself as open. Can any one of you reading this story walk right up to your own mother and flat out blackmail her on the spot? Can you live with the disappointment in her eyes once the words have left your mouth? Would she still love you after it's all said and done? To be honest, lust was winning the battle but I still had enough sense to wait a few days before reaching a decision. In the meantime, the DVD would suffice.For the remainder of my stay at my uncle's house, all I did was watch the movie which was. "A glance passed between her and Aunt Chloe. "I'll just take a few moremeasurements," she said. "Just in case." She checked my waist and hipmeasurements, round my lower ribcage, and the height from bra strap towaist at front and back and sides.I put my shirt back on. It was a little tighter even than before. I couldsee that the lacy bits could be seen through my shirt. But then realisedthat this did not really matter. Anyone who noticed that I was wearing abra would already have seen the size. Most of her friends weren't able to visit her because they lived in far-away cities such as Manchester, Preston and even London. Her most frequent visitor was her daughter, Tracey, and that wasn't very often. Sometimes she arrived with her nine year old daughter, Odile, but most often with one or another of a succession of profoundly bored men."I don't know why my daughter ever bothers," said Iris. "I moved up here just a year ago when I retired and although we'd never been close she'd followed.