Obviously! They get right to work and the early part of the day proceeds without incident. As we get closer to lunch, I let them know that lunch is o... me and ask what they wish to have. Luckily they write their order down as the two of them are absolutely glowing with sweat and their tank tops are clinging to their bodies. Wow! Sheyla sure does have a nice rack! I would have to say at least a full C cup if not D; just about perfect. I am quickly taken by the sight that Theresa offers. She is. Now she was in the doorway to my bedroom. I hid the Sex magazine and went nearer to her. In that darkness itself I can see her breasts clearly. I can see her as a silhouette. I got the guts suddenly and asked her “Give me the match box” and at the same time I grabbed her breasts. I was trying to act like that was accidental. But after I held her breasts and felt those in my hand I totally lost my control. So I started squeezing her breast hard. Then I said “Sorry. In the darkness I haven’t. She wears glasses that appear slightly too large for her face, but not comically oversized by any means. Between the glasses and the stern look, she has a bit of a nerdy look to her, but not in a bad way. Her robe is plain white and looks very soft. It falls down to around her knees, leaving the lower half of her legs and all of her feet exposed as she has no socks or shoes on.She looks more annoyed than anything when she finally opens her mouth to speak. "Are you Rich's nephew?" she says. Sandy leaped up from her chair, sending it crashing to floor. "YOU DID WHAT?" she screamed. "What gave you the right to experiment on my body without my knowledge or permission!" "I'm sorry," Jim said quietly. "I guess I probably should have asked first." Angry at being so callously used, Sandy picked up her half full coffee cup and stared at the dark liquid inside for a second. Within seconds she had gone beyond being mad to murderously furious. Her eyes narrowed as she drew back.