I was proud of my body and I especially liked wearing tight t-shirts and low cut dresses. As I'd always detested women who pushed their large breasts ...n everyone's face for attention, now I was guilty of the same thing, in a manner of speaking. In my case though it was the lack that drew second glances and curious stares. I was not an object of lust, obviously, more a curiosity, but it was interesting how often and quickly that could change.My first real experience happened at a shopping mall. "Yes... yes thank you."Cassandra had also stepped out her long legs struggling to remain dignified in the short grey skirt as she exited the door. Her white blouse added to the college lecturer look. Her big blue eyes twinkling though the appropriate round spectacles. And on seeing his discomfort added. "I don't mean to be rude but it doesn't look that way." He nodded then shrugged his shoulders adding. "No... no you are correct."Keeley whispered from the window to Cassandra but the young man. Cocktail party conversation occasionally hinted at a seat on the Supreme Court someday. Julie dismissed such talk as alcohol-fueled nonsense, at least where the Supreme Court was concerned. As for a regular federal judge position, that was her professional goal and she had no reason to believe it wouldn’t happen someday. She was good at what she did, she knew it, and so did everyone else. The past week had been a good one all around. She presented her case against Roberto Gonzales to the Deputy. He bites down into my neck making me moan. Why was my pussy dripping all ready. I groan hearing his words push into my ear. "Don't tell me you can't talk any more." he pulls his face back just enough for our eyes to meet. "No! Daddy please! I can talk." I say quickly. His hand push up my dress gripping onto my panties. He yanks them down so hard that he rips them off. My pussy having nothing else to drip into, drips down my legs. "Good girl." daddy says as his finger pushes along my slit the.