No wonder. The women’s earlier conversation, the teasing of the construction workers and his expert handling of my body had left me more then arouse.... But big Frank wasn’t finished yet.“Margo, lift up your arms. I’m going to remove your top.”Once again I obeyed. Raising my arms and wriggling a bit so he could slip the top from my oil slick body. When I settled back he was all smiles as he enjoyed the view of my small tits freed for his enjoyment. In keeping with the scenario, he squirted. The other wives wuz the same way.When we got back home, Beth told one an' all about our adventure an' how she claimed another bounty. Everyone was shocked an' excited by her story an' I could tell Philomena wuz wishin' she had been with us."I can't think of a better way to make a livin' than huntin' down galoots that have bounties on their heads," said Beth."It's too dangerous," I replied. "The answer is no." You keep sayin' that, but I ain't got a scratch on me yet." I seemed to be repeatin'. As they reach my upper thighs I can feel there is more to this material than just stockings. i am pulled upright before they start to roll it over my hips and up my waist.They guide my hands into tight sleeves, roling them up my arms. I am frightened when my hands reach the end, coming to rest in a hard rubber sphere, causing me to keep my fists balled. Tight wide bands are fitted onto my wrists before they continue with the suit. I gasp out in fear as my 38F udders are rudely grabbed and. Then her mother said sharply, “Count them!” and Olivia sobbed out, “One.”“I think the audience needs to see this,” the MC said as he signaled for a couple of stagehands to come out onto the stage. Two gauze-swathed figures rushed out onto the stage and grabbed the large frame. Another ran out with a step ladder and climbed up to release cables on the top of the frame. The first two then pushed the frame around so that Olivia was facing the back of the stage. The stagehand with the ladder then.