"Of course we understand that it's not our responsibility, but we see it as another way to help our master. And when he receives lots of help, he has ...ore time to..." I stopped talking.Bethany laughed as we stepped through the doorway to the transporter room. She pulled me over to the control panel and then hugged me from behind. "You're just as randy as me," she whispered in my ear.Terrence ignored our play and walked over to the pad. The panel was still cycling up when the speakers started to. She did point out thatmy breasts were getting stretch marks from their rapid growth and thatsuggested that I should put lotion on them.I lost count of how many bra's I tried on: Push-up bras, Padded Bras,T-shirt Bras, Convertible Bras, Strapless Bras, Balconette Bras,Bandeau Bras, Bralettes, Deep Plunge Bras and Sports Bras. Julia wasvery conscientious to adjust each bra for its best possible fit. To meit seemed as though Julia was going out of her way to caress my breastswith each strap. She looks down at me, and her face lightens up with warm glow. She saw me looking over her, looking at her eyes, and then at her lips. She pulls me up, and we kiss once more. I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the speed I want. She puts my head in her chest, and I can feel her nipples brush against my cheeks. I pull on the string behind her neck, letting her dress fall to her waist. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered. I lick on her left nipple, sucking softly,. "Various places," I said."I've a bed at the store," she said. "Not very big, but if..." she hesitated and her eyes widened. "It's him," she whispered.I glanced where she was staring and saw a well-fed man in a buff coat and tri-cornered hat. He was with two other men, both Continental officers in short wigs and dress uniforms."What's his name?" George," she said, "George Morgan." I think you will get your wish," I said. "Is there a pier behind this place?"She nodded and smiled. "I'll wait.