She was proud of her tits and did several exercises that had no other purpose than to keep them firm. Her dresses and blouses were all low cut to show...them to their best advantage, and show them she did, every chance she got.One of her favorite pastimes was to go grocery shopping bra-less in a tee-shirt and shorts and at least once a month she did what she called "her slut walk." Shorts, tee-shirt, bra-less and in her high heeled "come fuck me" pumps, she would spend an entire day at the local. Not now. Now she has surrendered. Now she’s no longer in charge and whether or not she realizes it yet she can set no limits. Not anymore.She stood behind her desk in her bra, panties and pantyhose where anyone entering the office could see her. And it was obvious that she was painfully aware of it.Delon ordered her to remove her pantyhose and told her that if she wore them again she would be punished.She made that strange sobbing noise again and whispered, “Yes, sir.”Cindy and I glanced at. "He made me arm wrestle with him. Not exactly like that, but he pulled my arm around and made me resist and pull back."Have you been exercising it?"#4: #4: I looked down at Prof's legs, but they were hidden under the bubbles.Prof saw me looking, and said to me, "You look puzzled, Mark. I guess Julia's never told you?"She'd never told me anything about Prof's legs, so I said, "No. I don't think so."Julia said, "It never came up."Prof leaned back and stuck his right leg up out of the water. Most. .?" Sandra said, sheepishly. She sat in a stool opposite the man,surprised when her rear made contact with the cool metal seat soonerthan she was used to. The stool, much like everything else provided forher, was too small for her globular rear as it managed to hang off theback unsupported."Derek Kastanos?!" he bellowed. His sudden change in tone making Sandraleap in her chair. "Do you know what that son of bitch did to me?" Er- ah- no...?" Sandra didn't like where this was going."He made me.