” She wiggled a little in the chair, looking doubtful. “Okay.” “Get a necktie.” She brought one from my closet, and I turned her around an... tied her hands behind her back. “Oh, wow,” she said. She was starting to sweat, though it was very cool. I sat back down in my chair and bent her across my lap, resting her full weight on me. This was what she’d been waiting for; she cooperated willingly. It started when she found out about some of the stories I was writing. She decided to confess. "Well," I pretended to stammer. "Since you put it that way, where do you want to start?" I knew you'd see it my way," Abby chuckled, apparently thinking she had won. She lifted the t-shirt over her head, revealing a black bra with pink polka dots. The shirt was quickly tossed aside and Abby reached behind her to unsnap the bra, which also was quickly discarded to reveal her breasts. As the bra floated to the floor, I caught a glimpse of the size tag on it that proclaimed her to be a 32B. Abby's. “Like what you see?” Alene nodded yes as the bra fell to the floor and the huge boobs stood on their own, a true wonder of nature. Angie’s areolas, as big as dinner plates, looked perfectly natural on her boobs.It was clear that Alene was turned on, her cock almost bursting from its skin. “You can touch them if you want,” Angie half offered half implored. She was getting turned on as well. Alene reached and grabbed a handful of Angie’s left breast, not covering even a quarter of the total. She applied lipstick and alittle blusher. "No time for a make-over," she said with a smile. Shehelped me into the dress and fastened the long back zip. I slipped mystockinged feet into my heels. "Right, back to work," she said.A little nervously I opened her office door and walked the shortdistance to my desk, avoiding any eye contact with the other officegirls. No-one said anything to me as I sat down and tried to pick upwhat I was working on before. After a short while I noticed that therewas.