She walked towards them, her previous description of them accurate. Older men, late fifties, early sixties she guessed, well dressed, distinguished. A...d, of course, perverted. She felt their eyes run up and down her tight body, the outfit she had on hid very little of her considerable charms."Kari, I presume. Such a nice figure you have. But I hear that you have had trouble in our school, cheating, isn't it?" Yes, Sir," And you want us to make it go away?" Yes, Sir." She stood in front of them,. ”“Let me have your ticket, I’ll sort it for you. It may take me a day or so.”“Thanks James, I appreciate it.”“What are you going to do with all the gadgets you bought while you’ve been here?” Amanda asked.“I thought Millie might like to look after them for me until I come again.”“I’m sure she’d love that,” Amanda said.“If she doesn’t I will,” Marta put into the discussion.Melissa agreed with her.“I’ll tell you what,” I said to them, “if your Mum and Dad say yes, I’ll let you two look after my. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that looking as I did, an old sweatshirt and jogging bottoms weren’t really appropriate. However, it was way to early to get dressed properly for the evening. I decided that I would dress in my satin robe but I would need to affix my breasts for the evening. The last thing I wanted was them popping out of my bra and bouncing across the floor. I went to the bedroom and stripped. I removed the breast-forms and using medical adhesive on each one, I. She finally said, "If you hate butt play as much as you say you do then it shouldn't matter." So I finally agreed. The nurse ran some preliminary procedures and told me to disrobe, put on a thin backless robe and the doctor would see me shortly. I sat there with my bare ass on the table in awkward silence as my wife and I stared at each other. She finally laughed at me and rolled her eyes proclaiming, "You'll live". Just then a doctor with dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, standing about.