From time to time as we lay in bed and as my arms encircled her I wouldtell Diana that her b cup breasts were too small and would encourage herto look...in to what she could do to increase her breast size. I hadnoticed how our teenage daughters had bigger bra sizes than Diana as Ihung up the laundry.My wife would say, "Size isn't everything," and, "I have the breaststhat I was born with and you should accept me as I am." and cryptically"If you were more focused on expanding your chest and less. Leaning far into the bin, she spent a considerable time selecting and retrieving the most inaccessible of packages of frozen peas from the lower reaches of the bin. She felt the cold air surrounding her upper body and knew, without peeking, that her nipples were doing their thing. At last, she rose from the bin and deposited the frozen peas into her basket.The effort had not been wasted; the man was lost in deep appreciation of the sudden prominence of her breasts. Pretending to give him no. One step at a time... carefully conditioning him...After a few minutes... as programmed... he was allowed to drink... he had to bend over almost to waist level... she was delighted at the sight... him bound in rubber and steel... chrome covered arms in front of him... appearing if he was lovingly caressing the drinking spout as he slowly eased the tube down his throat... his head moving slowly back and forth over it... until he stopped moving... the liquid splashing down his throat into him.... ”“Of course, mistress,” she said with a grin, “Miss Charlotte told me that you would want to know this. Right, Mr Pierre. He is 46, he inherited a fortune from his father who died when Pierre was only 21. Since then he had built a commercial property empire here in London, and more recently has expanded to Paris and San Francisco. The company offices are in the house next door, there are a permanent staff of six there, including me and headed by Charlotte. Oh, and as you already know, Pierre.