" Yes, Master," I whispered. "Speak louder, slave," he commanded."Yes, Master," I repeated, only much louder."Good," he smiled, "Now unbuckle yourself... unzip my pants and welcome my cock with your mouth."I was shocked. "What?" I sputtered. "Slave, do not make me punish you. Do as I command, and call me Master."My heart sped up as I decided right then and there that I wanted to do this. I did not even think of us being in public, or someone seeing me, as I unbuckled my seat belt, and bent over. She shuffled her legs slightly apart and looked around to see if anyone was watching, her garden was secluded enough and her rising excitement was not going to stop her enjoying his attention. His hand was rough, a workers hand, and it glided down inside the denim and found the elasticated waistband of her soft, lace knickers. It crept tentatively inside, running through her soft pubic hair, his mouth still working the fleshy breasts. Her heart pounding as she watch with excitement waiting and. I reached down for my dress, but my date stopped me."Leave it," he said, and a flutter went through my body at the thought of getting out of the car naked and leaving my only piece of clothing inside of it. Though such a thought scared me, I did as he commanded and followed him out of the car without my dress. The driver didn't seem to notice my lack of clothing, as he pulled away quickly leaving me standing in only my heels and without a way of getting dressed. I was pulled out of that. I'd heard my mom talk to my Dad about larger breasts especially when she thought he'd gawked long enough. She would usually say something like, "Hrumph I'm glad I don't have boobs like that. My back would kill me from lugging those around all day." He would say, "Dear, more than a handful is just a waste."Personally I disagreed. I thought cantaloupe sized or a little larger were fine. You wanted something you could sink your face into or wrap a cock with; not that I was planning on letting.