Nooffense, but I clearly traded up!" We both giggled. "But you're right,sweetie. We've been living the dream, so we haven't needed to pretend.But I ha...e the itch again. How about you?" Margret, you know I'm in. Whatever you want to do, just say the word." No, sweetie. I'm asking you whether you miss role playing. I know thatyou'll obey me, you took a wedding vow; but I need to know how you thinkand feel about this. Don't just sign off on my desires. Tell me what youreally want... or don't want.. And they hurt!" They look beautiful. A true work of art, if I may say so." Catherine’s tone was light."I can’t even go out like this. And I doubt I can stand wearing a bra." And it was true, I tried touching them, but even softly brushing my fingers against the inflamed skin felt like needle pricks."You’ll heal soon enough," Jess placated me, "but Cat wants to make you an offer."I looked at the white-haired girl, not quite sure if should be curious or afraid. "An offer?"Catherine smiled. "I. Heather took a part-time job at a photography shop downtown at the beginning of her senior year. The owner, a Japanese man whose real name she couldn't pronounce (she called him Mr. Yumi, like his customers did), was very pleased with Heather's work and promised to give her more hours after she graduated from high school. She wanted to quit school and work full-time, but Mr. Yumi stressed the importance of finishing school, and besides, he couldn't afford to make her a full-time employee, much. "She's getting fucked stupid, just like she wanted," he thought to himself, knowingly. He was happy and content that everything seemed ok between them, and that he could go to bed and sleep easily. But..... actually he just couldn't take his eyes off them fucking."She really does have beautiful tits. I hope I get a girlfriend with tits like that. If only she would shave her bush," he thought as he moved his hand towards his trousers.Next morning, Mark woke up to silence. The other two had both.