It’s just that I’m used to working with really big busted girls. Ooooh… I haven’t been an F cup since I was at school.’ ‘What do you mean?...�� asked the blonde, feeling decidedly uneasy. ‘Are you saying you’re bigger than me?’ ‘My friend Annette is only an F cup like you, but Jessica and Kerry Marie are both G cups,’ the brunette explained as Linzi and Mike listened open-mouthed. ‘Did you just say ‘only an E cup?” Mike gasped. ‘Yes,’ the brunette grinned mischievously. ‘Oh, and I just did a shoot. He reached down and grabbed his softening cock and started to wipe it on her face, smearing her makeup. He kept her wedding dress over her head, ?Thank you my whore, but you are still not allowed to see your Master?s face.You are to dress me again and then I will leave.You are to wait until you cannot hear my footsteps anymore to get yourself made up again.I will see you after your married to plant my seed inside you and breed my bitch.Do you understand slut?? he asked her. ?Yes Sir? she meekly. She took my hand and led me across the room to the huge black leather sofa that dominated the far wall. It was sectional, and made to seat ten people with plenty of room. I had been on it with Bernie half a dozen times, and had sat on it during meetings. It was so comfortable that I could have used it as a bed. She lay down on the sofa and spread herself for me. I got above her on my knees, put my head down and kissed her little strip of blond fluff. I flicked out my tongue and licked her clit.. Miller had stayed quiet as the three told her all that had happened in the past week. He had always liked Vicky's mom. That she was like a grown up Vicky had helped, naturally, as how could you not like Vicky. Plus, she had always been the most lenient of the parents. Mr. Miller was strict, but fair. His own parents were sort of in between, not letting you get away with things but giving you room to back up and do the right thing before getting pissed.Vicky went silent, all eyes on her mother..