Bastard thing! I was lying there, me, an old guy pushing 60 and every able-bodied younger bugger walking by ignoring me, or worse taking the piss. I c...uld hear them, although not actually see them, all I could see were stars. Even if there had been real stars in the sky I wouldn’t’ve been able to see ‘em, though, because my woolly hat with ear flaps had somehow got pushed over my eyes, which were watering like fuck anyway.“Are you alright?” asked a kindly, gentle sweet woman’s voice.I felt a. While making myself another drink one of the guys appear. "Hey girl, we was all wondering if you'd show off those breasts while you serve us beers. The boys will tip."At 5'9", 126 lbs, I am a 36-26-34. Dirty blond hair, brown eyes.I laugh at him and reply, "Sure they would", sarcasm oozing off my tongue. He grabs four beers and goes back to the game. I grab my drink and the last beer and head back.When I walk into the room, Keith is standing beside his chair. I hand him his beer as he. I don't take long deciding what to wear. I put on some capri sweats and an over sized t-shirt. No pantied no bra and head back down stairs after checking on the kids. I give the downstairs a once over to make sure everything looked good. Wanted to impress this man with my housekeeping skills. Why? I am not sure but I had the urge to show him I am a good wife. "You almost here?" I asked with excitement I was trying to hide in my voice."Just got on the 15. Should be there in 5-10." Oh shit hun. I found out the very next morning."Here's your bra for today," Janice said, sweetly, holding it up. "Welcome to your new 'encouragement'."I looked at the bra, shocked. The cups were lined with thumb tacks, all pointing in, towards my chest."Come on," Janice said, "be a good girl and put this on." No..." I gasped. As I looked closer, sewn into the center of each cup -- positioned directly over my nipples -- were bristle brushes, each about the size of a silver dollar."Oh, you like it?" Janice.