"And I'm a woman who can excite you, who can spice up your sex life. Here, Glenn-- give me your hands."Finding them in the dark, Betty placed them upo... her trembling breasts, and squirmed even closer on the seat, leaning the found softness of her tits into his palms. "You've stared at these often enough, dear; here they are." Man," Glenn breathed. "This is wild, like a crazy dream. but these tits are real. Betty, Betty, do you really mean you'll lay me?"She laughed. "There's a foam rubber pad. She had never worn it. It was an knee length Charcoal grey 1940’s pin up styled pencil dress and an suede electric blue pair of peep toe heels. When she bought the outfit it had cost her the equivalent of nearly two months of pay. Being that it was much more dramatic and attention grabbing than her normal style, she had never found an occasion to wear it. Instead leaving it in her closet these past six months, though looking at it had remained one of her favorite guilty pleasures. Maybe she. ”They drove slowly west about a half-mile over a bouncy dirt road to a house near a wood. They were probably a quarter-mile from the southern boundary of the ranch.“You are supposed to go in there and wait.”“Okay. Unless Boris or I say otherwise, you’ll continue to follow orders from the Cox family, but you won’t hurt Boris or me.”“Yes, sir.”Jake and Boris went in the front door. The furniture was rustic. Jake walked through to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator.“They’ve got soft. ‘You may need another day off work by the time I get through with you,’ Heather smiled. ‘Promises, promises …’ Bree started to say and then it turned into ‘Oh, my fucking GOD!’ Since her discovery of her bi-sexuality, Bree had been with numerous female partners, women who could have quite easily made their living by selling their bodies. Bree loved girl-girl sex, a greater percentage of her lovers were women than men. She loved the fact that women could give you a soft, romantic fuck or go.