My leg was now between her legs and she was poised in front of me with her hands on her legs. She said ‘so…what do you say, sir…are they real or...not?’ I said ‘see…I told you that I can make out the difference between padded boobs and real ones.’ She laughed and said ‘do you like them, sir’ teasing me with her boobs. I was flummoxed and kept staring at those beauties. I said ‘yeah…they are lovely Shraddha, so beautiful.’She took my hand and placed it on her boob. Wow, the feeling was. I mean, what do you think my relationship is with them?” she responded.“I think it’s a lot more than just friends.”“J.J. sweetie, you know I think of you like family, and well, your mom and I have talked about having this conversation with you together if it ever came up. Oh, wow, so, I have never lied to you about anything, but I thought it would be Kat and I that had this talk with you together.”“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, I just… well, with the way my relationship with the girls. He screamed louder this time. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was again moaning with excitement. The cruel wench laughed with delight, stepped off the stool, and stropped the whip on his hard cock while staring into his eyes. Her fingers ventured to her love button, and she watched the tears. "No debate. No backtalk. No questions. Just 'yes'. Until then, we keep upping the ante. Next demand: every time you smell a piece of clothing, you must say, out-loud, 'I worship this smell.'" I worship this smell," I repeated."That's still not 'yes'," she said. "And for every pair of panties, before you wash them, you must plant a nice, worshipful kiss on the inside crotch, at the point where the gusset is the dirtiest." Yes."Kathryn stopped. "What was that?" she asked."Yes," I said, just a bit.