Her mind told her not to but the lusting in her heart and in her loins told her to do so. Her mind was out-voted, two to one.Joseph had been recently ...ooking at the beautiful Mrs. Stanford with renewed interest lately especially after knowing that she had stayed to watch his sterling performance with Seremai. The young African girl was delightful to fuck but the black chauffeur lusted after only one woman; the beautiful, blonde Mrs. Greta Stanfordn a proper woman, not a c***d like Seremai. Just. I was repulsed but still my cock got hard. He held my cock in his strong hand and pulled me over to my kitchen sink. He turned me around. I braced myself over the sink. He grabbed my ass hard. I jumped. Again he laughed. He then spanked my ass and grabbed my left cheek hard. My heart was beating fast, I broke out in a sweat....unsure of what was about to happen. I was powerless and oddly I liked it. He spanked me again and again. It began to hurt. Then I heard someone come down the steps. It. As I moved lower, I reachedmy now, just budding, but noticeable bobbies. I had breasts, I had hopedto have the pleasure of this sensation since, I saw how happy my sisterEllen, was when she started growing hers about three years ago. I saw thebra, yes my bra, my beautiful pink training bra that was laid across mybright white vanity, that I had AA sized breasts. Small? Not at all. Theirmine, all mine and I knew they would grow. If I developed like my sisterwas doing now, and like mom, and Aunt. "Tara breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Sheriff Williams wasn't so mean after all. "Thank you, Sir," she said gratefully.He winked at her. "Call me Sheriff Tom," he said, then added: "I'm going inside to start my report, so why don't you hurry over to Brandi's Bras & Things, and get those funbags of yours properly concealed."Tara was confused. "Funbags?"Sheriff Tom nodded at her breasts. Tara looked down at them."Oh. Funbags. Yes," she said, wiggling them left and right, watching them shimmy..