Her boss raised the whip-cane, and then swung it at Estella. It dug itself into the underside of her left breasts, making it bounce up and down wildly...?Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!? screamed Estella.Swat!!! The second stroke landed across the top of her right breast, forcing it down.?OOooooohhhH!!!!?Rita noticed a fresh milkiness around each of Estella’s nipples. Clearly the whipping to her breasts was causing another round of lactation. Estella was already screaming in pain, and Rita wondered what would. Three photographs, not one. Apparently some passing hiker had indeed witnessed Asmedogh's crash and had the presence of mind to pull out his camera or cell phone or whatever. The flier itself, pretty badly bunged up but still recognizable, was clearly visible in the first two, both showing Asmedogh working his way out. The third had apparently been taken the same instant that the flier self-imploded, the flash clearly illuminating Asmedogh a short distance away manfully—well,. Which meant I would have to bag for her and there wouldn't be that many people left so we might be forced to talk. 8:30 was rolling around and my cashier just got done with his last order and my manager told me to go bag for mary jane. so I went over there and there were a good amount of customers so i was just bagging and mary jane gave me a few weird looks but it was fine but then the line cleared. me and mary jane looked at eachother and she said "you owe that lady some pants" and she. "Take them off again?" Ashley said.I looked at her. I really wanted to say something about what I'd seen earlier. I really wanted to just go off on her. I didn't know what I was doing, and I was really trying to open my damn mouth. I couldn't do it. I just stood there, getting hard again in my jeans, and staring at her fucking boobs and her bottom in those goddamn bikini underwear and bra.I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I then took off my boxers.