" Oh shit!" Meagan gasped. "Breathing like this is really turning me on! I know you said that's what would happen, but it's kicking in hard and fast."...See if you can make those feelings kick in even harder. Try increasing the rate of your breathing once again. Focus on the way your beautiful breasts bounce as you breath quickly. Feel how your rapidly moving diaphragm is pushing and pulling on your insides. Feel how completely and totally aroused you are becoming." It was clear from the tone of. The branch manager is Mr. Brian Dodd, sometimes referred to unkindly, Mr. Dodd as brain dead or Ken. Mr. Dodd is just under forty and seems too preoccupied with my breasts. He's one of those blokes who talk to your chest, not so surprising, as lately I have been shamelessly displaying a lot of cleavage. He's married to a, dowdy flat chested woman called Daphne, which might explain his fascination with my boobs.Mr. Dodd and I are usually the last ones out due to our seniority, and some evenings. W hen i opened the car door i got surprised bcoz she put the saree which we purchased and i also put the same clothes purchased by her, i surprised for her transparent blouse when i got into car she gave me a french kiss when am starring at her side of boobs which are visible clearly through transparent blouse then she asked shall i remove my saree then i said no she stared driving to her home.While she is driving the car i put her saree little bit aside & started playing with her boobs. “They’re looking at you!” I looked up and the teenage girls from the other table were giggling and whispering. I turned the spoon inside me and pulled it out, holding it up to Martina, who took it reluctantly in her mouth, but started sucking it thoroughly. Again, giggles from the other table.“God, you turn me on,” she said. I smiled again.“Are there any bathrooms here?” I asked the waitress as she was passing by our table again.“Inside,” she replied and pointed.“What’re we waiting for?” I.