She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Carrie found herself staring at the most perfect breasts she’d ever seen. Kaley had matched and exceeded Carrie in t...e breast department by now; she was a small D cup, whereas Carrie was firmly in a large-but-perfect C cup. Kaley smiled, enjoying the stare, “I…um…you’re the only one to see them.” Carrie couldn’t stop staring as she mumbled, “What about the guys?” “I left my bra on. Said they couldn’t fuck me if I had to take it off.” “Oh, ok.” “Yeah…Carrie?” Carrie. He insisted on us wearing extremely tight breeches, skin tight in fact, which with the crisp white shirts he also insisted upon gave us a rather, well, "gay" look. At first this had made me rather self conscious- always imagining Mr. Watson was looking at my rear end, but over time this feeling had rather dissipated and I now thought little of it.The day in question was a Saturday in October. Simon and I used to alternate working Saturday mornings and having the afternoon off. This week was my. Dave might be an asshole, no, Dave is definitely an asshole, but he wasn’t as bad as he could be. It’s not like he is fucking her every day or even most of the time. No, Shan and I have our own life and he only sticks his dick in it about four or five times a month sometimes as much as ten times if he has a bug up his ass. He had never severely hurt Shan, nor had he pierced, tattooed or marred her body in any way, although, neither Shan nor I would have objected to a moderate amount of piercing. It was in fact his fourth of the night, by his own insistence, it was midnight somewhere every hour. The other guys were chatting amongst themselves, talking about the girls, sharing stories about how they all seemed to look like some girl they had dated back at some point which they seemed a little fuzzy on, but they could definitely remember how good the sex had been, pretty much typical guy strip club banter when everyone’s realized that the inside walls of their wallet were touching. I sat,.