Her black tank top fought a losing battle to control her D or better tits. Her flat stomach was on display below the ragged and frayed cut off of the...shirt. The skin tight gray yoga pants revealed her camel toe almost more plainly than if she was nude. It also showed her hips, powerful thighs and perfectly tapered legs… before they descended into black high heeled boots. Buckles... six on each boot and stiletto heels. I looked. I feasted my eyes. She walked over and patted the rails of. . Laura made an impatient gesture with the hairbrush. She shouldn't be thinking of Billy's father. He had deserted her... given her only misery and slavery... Unknown to Laura, the object of her troubled thoughts was now observing her. From his vantage point in the dressing room, Billy was watching every tiny movement of his mother's exciting body. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her brushing, wishing that he could take one of them in his mouth, to tease and torment the nipple and. Then I was to return to work, as the contract required. Then I was not to use any means to try to "bind" or hide the breasts in any way. If I did, the contract was cancelled, I would have to return all money, plus any interest or profit from it immediately. Then I had to pay to have the breasts removed myself.The man was obviously rich and perverted. He obviously wanted me to be his little sex plaything! I could see why all the other conditions were in place because he was going to ensure that. But this was the first time my brother-in-law was also in the house. Normally my brother-in-law works night shifts. I moved towards the door in the dark making my way to the door.I quietly undid the latch and opened the door. My husband was standing in front of me. “What took you so long,” he said. His resentment of me was clear on his face. “I am sorry,” I said meekly. His sheer weight pushed me aside as he walked in. He sat on the sofa and put his leg on the coffee table.I bent down on my.