We piled into the minivan and headed home. This nervous writhe rippled through me as we pulled out into traffic. I looked around, struggling to see an... changes.Traffic flowed smoothly. No one tailgated me for doing the speed limit, but did that happen all the time? I looked around, glancing at the people walking down the sidewalk. People seemed to be nodding to each other, smiling, even pausing to talk.Was that how it always was?I struggled to remember. Seattle and the surrounding areas weren't. You must wear sports bras and cotton panties under your gym clothes, ladies. Even those of you with no tits are to wear one to keep your nipples under control." I have firm tits and big, tough nipples. No amount of Spandex will keep them down if I get excited. Do I really have to wear this tight bra? It makes it hard to breathe." The young blonde jumped up and down to demonstrate the firmness of her tight body. There was very little bounce in her firm B-cup breasts or muscular butt."These. Nothing was left out. The audience heightened my abandonment. I felt no shame, no regrets. "Let them see how much I am under June's spell, how much I enjoy it, how little self-control I possess." One way or another, these thoughts were translated into action. And my audience loved every moment!I slept in a spare bed at June's that night. In the morning she entered the room, still dressed in an opaque nightie, pulled back my bedclothes, took my cock in her hands, then into her mouth, quickly. “Fuck yeah!” I said half jokingly and she just kept acting like a complete slut, though I knew she was just messing around but that didn’t take away the fact that she looked so damn hot rubbing lotion all over her skin. Then like nothing she turned around and her luscious ass was in front of me in complete view at my eye level. it was wonderful. She kept rubbing lotion and saying things like “yeah” and “I’m so damn sexy” in her girly voice and I wanted to cum so fucking bad. I could’ve.