She sat up straight again, pulling her skirt down, and rolled back in herchair. On my all fours, I crawled out from under the desk, and, gettingup on ...y feet and turning around, I saw all our girls standing andsitting around. I was standing there, shocked, with my face glisteningwith my bosses' juices, hair all messed up, lipstick smeared... The girlslaughed at the pathetic sissy standing in front of them, and I was readyto die from shame, when my boss spoke."Pinky, safety is important in our. My boobs won't show." So?" Tori responds, rolling her eyes.With a short laugh, Trina pulls off her shirt and without the slightest bit of embarrassment, shows what she means, like a lawyer explaining Exhibit A. "When you got a pair like these, it's very unfair to the world not to do everything in one's power to make sure they displayed to their best advantage at all times." She lifts and squeezes them as Tori sighs. "Here, feel. They are awesome."A wry grin crosses Tori's face. She reaches out. "Now then young lady, what's your name and how did the program help you?"I flinched at that.Tiffany spoke in her emotionally dead voice. "I'm Tiffany French. I'm a freshman. It started out as a way to expand my horizons. They told me this program was to expose social insecurities and build a better social reality." Tiffany stopped there."Yes?" Dr. Rodgers asked.Hennings looked at her. "Please go on."She issued her damning indictment with all the emotion of a houseplant. "It exposed my body to. As the calf hungrily devoured the bottle, sucking so strong the nipple nearly ripped from the bottle, grandpa nudged daddy and said in a teasing voice "That girl of yours sucks a cock just about like that calf is sucking a bottle!" They both laughed, and I stood there blushing, grinning. Daddy walked over and took the bottle from me and laid it to the side. He gave me the "look", the look I come to know, and I looked back over to grandpa, who stood their watching the two of us, then back over.