That makes her an unreliable witness. Maybe not too good but workable.No. I just sat there calmly with my tea knowing their stares wouldn't be able to...break me down. After a while Mother broke her silence with a terse statement."Son, Mildred and I are feeling a little uneasy about her being down here alone at night. We have decided to move her sleeping arrangements to my room. Therefore, until she is well tea will be served in my room. I hope you will not find that too inconvenient." I concur. He politely stood there as I fumbled with the fastenings but being the perfect gentleman he assisted me with the task and within a few seconds his trousers fell to his ankles and I was treated to the promise of something magically as I was confronted by a protrusion tenting his white boxer shorts. I looked up and held his gaze as I pulled at the waistband of his shorts but feeling resistance to my efforts returned my focus to find his swollen cock was somewhat trapped by his underwear! A little. I could feel them watching my big ass as I walked out of the living room, thinking that it looked like they enjoy a BBW. I am five feet two inches tall, I have brown hair and eyes, and my breasts are 42C. I love men that are attracted to a BBW, since I have no problem with the way I look, I would expect any man that chooses to use me feels the same. Yes, I said use me. I love being made to feel like a whore and slut, and a dirty piece of fuck meat. I don't know why, and I can't explain it, but. They threaded the laces and began to pull them in. Firstit was a firm feeling and reminded me of my carnival queen corsetexperience, then they tightening further and it became more like avice, almost cutting into me. That's 19" they said, only another inchto go. They explained that it is best to let the thing settle beforegoing further, I noticed that I could swing very slightly more and wasdismayed when they tightened the wrist winches more to re-apply theoriginal tension. I was beginning.