"the video was a bit grainy but it looked like you were using something a bit big she said with a sort of half smile trying to reassure me." uh no tha... was all me but we were careful not to hurt each other " she Sat there with a million and one things going through her head, then in a curious almost none convinced way pulled me close with her arm around me and said it's fine if you'd rather not but can I see? I didn't give it a second thought and innocently said yeah OK, stood up pulled my. He was gently nipping, biting and caressing her, loving the small pants that were coming form her. His knee rose higher, spreading her legs further apart, lifting her higher against the wall. With his mouth giving her sweet torture to her breasts, he took one hand and ran his palm down the side of her body to rest on the button of her jeans. At the same time he nipped her breast, she moaned and he undid the button and undid the zipper on her jeans. She quickly looked down to see him loosen her. Interesting, I guess she thought she was finished. I followed her into the bathroom and there she was sitting on the toilet pissing. I said "I need a piss" and she started to get off the toilet I said "no, in your mouth" she looked at me with her dumb face as both her brain cells tried to compute what I just said, and then it clicked. For a second there was hesitation and then " please daddy give me your piss" she threw her head back, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. I walk. Right? You weight what, about 110 pounds? Right?" "I’m 5’4" and 115 pounds. Why?" "Don’t be stupid, Seema. I need your sizes to dress you for work tonight. Your tits?" Jenny demanded. Self consciously, Seema looked down at her breasts and asked, "What about them?" "What the hell size are your tits. Come on Seema. Get with it! I don’t have time to piss around with you. I’m losing money standing her with you. Now, what size cup do you wear?" Jenny was getting irritable. "Uh, there Cs. I wear a.