Her nipples were already hard, but they grew and hardened even more as I played with them, tweaking and rubbing and pinching them. "Oh, Mom!" I whispe...ed. "Your ti--your breasts feel wonderful!"Mom laughed softly. "It's OK, honey. You can call them tits if you want to. I'm glad you like Mommy's tits...Ummm! That feels nice!"One of my hands strayed down over her firm, slightly rounded belly to the crispy, curly hair on her mound. I riffled through her abundant hair for a while and then moved. As the clock neared closing time, it was no surprise that the boys in the back finished up their end-of-the-day routine early. Bryce and Harp loitered in the showroom, conspicuously waiting for me to go change. I retrieved my box from James' office."Don't you have something for those guys to do?" I asked, laughing and pointing at the two staring motorheads."Nope," James answered. "I'm afraid we ALL want to see you in that dress." Oh my God!" I blasted them all. "You see me in a lot less right. It was more than just a mild sedative. In fact, it would help stimulate Jane's endorphins, making her horny, relaxed, and most of all, open to suggestion.Behind her desk, Dr. Susan reached down and pulled up her skirt. Slipping a finger between her legs, she stroked a finger between her pussy lips, feeling the dampness there. The thought of a deeply submissive wife willingly turning herself into her husband's fuck toy was very interesting to Dr. Susan. Yes, very interesting indeed."Now today,". Every so often he’ll take glances at her taking in her elegant form and gentle beauty hoping she won’t notice.“You can touch if you’d like.” She says shoving her breasts into his face.His eyes shoot open, and he turns away, unable to say anything. “I don’t even know your name. I’ve been too busy figuring out this space to ask you anything.”“That’s simple. I do not have a name; do you have one, my lord?” She asks flying into his face.A name. It had been so long since he’d used it that he had.