He inserted it deep into her mouth around her objections with practiced ease."MMMMMMMMPH!" "MMMRRMMMMMMMMPH!!!" That's better girl. Now lets take a lo...k at you." There seemed to be some kind of handle on the back of the bra harness. He held her there as he looked her over. "We need to figure out where you fit in girl." Standing beside her he cupped and squeezed her breasts then pulled each nipple long and hard until they stood unwillingly errect. "you'd make a wonderful milker. Yes. You would".. One of the things she'dtried was stuffing a couple of apples in her shirt, giving the illusionthat she had breasts. I had an idea: why don't I try doing that too? AllI would need to do is tie a knot in my shirt, then slip them inunderneath. As I began to put my plan into motion, the very thought of"having a pair of boobs" gave me an instant hard-on.After a few tries, trying to get the angle just right, I was finallypleased with my efforts. I went into the bathroom to inspect myself inthe. He looked off into space, trying to think of something else, maybe to get lost in the music. It didn't work. The notes were pounding in his brain, now, working their cheap magic on his emotions. He looked over at Miss Grant again.She was arcing her back, slowly falling back into an arch with only the tips of her toes and her fingers touching the floor. Bruno stared at her crotch. The leotard was pulled so tight that he could see a few curly black hairs poking out around the sides and the folds. I picked up my pants and got my keys and led her to the French doors that led into the den. As I put my key in and opened the door, she gasped, "Excuse me, but what is going on here?"I scooped her up in my arms and carried her inside and said, "Welcome to my home."Her eyes were as big as saucers and she was looking around. She smiled and said, "Well, I guess we did get caught by the owner."I said, "And I guess I have some explaining to do."I put her on the sofa and started the fireplace. I.