He has forbidden me to wear any undergarments. I no longer own a bra. He wants me to jiggle when I walk. He wants to see my nipples harden when I get ...roused or excited. I have to wear thin, clingy shirts that perfectly follow the contours of my breasts. I do have lovely tits and secretly enjoy showing them off, but it is still very distressing to me for my nipples to get hard in inappropriate moments or around the wrong people. But my husband delights in that. So, I encourage him to “make” me. The undershirt became more and more transparent. With her head bent low over the mower, Kara sneaked a peek at the upper window. The curtain was still pushed back. She had also seen Dirk's shadow in the den window. He was watching too. Kara stopped and reached behind her neck, untying the string to her bikini top. Oh yeah, Dirk said to himself, she for sure knows she's being watched. Kara reached inside the shirt and undid the remaining string holding the top in place. As she put her hand. Emily was hanging next to her, also suspended naked. Before them was a table, with a pile of leather and metal on it. As she took in her surroundings, Sarah found herself in a wooden room, lined with various pieces of what looked like harness and other items intended for a horse. Sarah squirmed as she grew more nervous.?Ah, it is about time you woke up. Now that you are, we can get you ready for your new life.?Sarah looked and saw Ms. Westgate standing at the table, sorting thru the leather. Paul didn’t know I had been gang banged in our washroom upstairs while he sat around at the party. I managed to pull my sticky wet fingers from my pussy and let my skirt fall covering my hot wet pussy. I managed to do up another button on my blouse. Most of my breasts were still exposed. Paul seldom took a good look at me anymore so I figured even if I was topless he wouldn’t notice. It’s really true Paul had never been a man to pay attention to what I wore. He took me for granted ever.