Yeah, what size bra do you think I should wear? Well, not to be outdone, I reached out, cupped a boob with my hand, and said to the lady, I think shes...a B-plus, what do you think? The sales lady was speechless. Ashley has fantastic boobs, but I think it was more because shed never been flashed like that before. So I buttoned my blouse, opened it up and said, What size do you think I am, hun? Ashley reached out cupped one of mine and said Oh, thats a C for sure, hun. The woman that was running. Did you feel it? The power that a woman can have over a man? That's what our sorority is about: power! You're almost there." She directed Becky down the hall to another bedroom. "The final test, Becky. The sins of the past await you." Kallie handed her another highball and went back up the hall and out of sight, leaving Becky at the doorway.*** Is Becky smart enough to figure it out? If so, jump to Ending #2. If not, keep reading. If you find this whole story silly, go to Ending #3.. That peculiar desire was his avid quest to show adoration for girls by adoring their butts, not through anal sex because to Bryan that was a defilement of girls, but rather through just about any act you can imagine that united his face with a girl's ass. That means he was an asskisser, licker, fondler, praiser, and a variety of other butt-face acts, some of which were quite bizarre. But, the one thing he was most noted for and he most often practiced and which drew the greatest of questions. ”My subjects had all gotten good at interpreting complex questions.“Why won’t you tell me what you and Lucy talked about?”“It’s private.”I sat back thoughtfully. I’d assumed that turning Marcie into my personal sex-slave, happy to wrap herself around my cock whenever the opportunity presented itself and do everything short of fucking her father ... that, to me, suggested absolute obedience.But apparently not.“Would you tell me if you’d tell her about you and me?”“No.”Damn it.“Would you tell me.