”My tongue wetted my lips. “I do. Now the bra. Show me your breasts. I want to see how perfect they are.”She nodded her head and reached behind ...er. My heart clenched as I held my breath, trembling in anticipation. With another shy shrug, she worked her straps off her shoulders. She held her cups to her tits, hiding her breasts as long as she could as she one by one slipped her arms out of the straps.Then, taking a deep breath, she whipped her bra away and exposed them.Small, perky breasts. I was always horny, always turned on, and always wanting to feel another climax. My pussy was wet all the time and my lips were always swollen. It seemed like the only time I did not think of sex was at Mass, and when I was sleeping. I figured that is what caused women to have such large families. They must all have or had these same sexual types of desires.I started to realize that if I kept on this way, a few things would happen. First I would most likely end up a basket case. Wanting and. As an added security measure she placed her handbag on herlap, then linked her bejewelled, long nailed fingers and placed them onher bag, showing them off to their true fetish best.Debbie and Tracy had taken themselves off to one of the tables, andwere sitting talking with two other girls.The music had abated now and Terry, remaining standing, said toMarilyn, "Have you been here before, Marilyn? It seems very bright andflashy and there's something about it that I just can't quite put myfinger. This part was where Ifell down. Not literally, but rather in that I had no grace. I justcouldn't walk like a woman. It always looked forced. Jay becameprogressively more frustrated, until I just huffed out a sigh and crossedmy arms under my not insubstantial chest.Then it happened. Jay told me, sounding pissed, to get over to him. Istumbled over, and he put a pillow on the ground in front of him."Kneel." The command was like a slap. I knelt like I was bid, but without everthinking about it..