She tried to do her treadmill. She started withwedge heels instead of her usual spike heel. Even with the tightwrapping, the numerous small fast steps...made her new boobs hurt. Shespent the entire time struggling for balance.Between the extreme heels and the extra weight on top, she was always onthe verge of falling. The taser shocked her tits almost as much as whenRory first introduced her to the treadmill. She could barely finish. Ittook her an extra day to recover before she could try it. She wears a short black dress, tall shoes, makeup, fun jewelry, just looking amazing. She did inform me on the way into the bar area of the concert that she was not wearing any panties, and she was already starting to get wet just thinking about her evil plans. This made me hard already, and I'm glad it was kind of dark in there as I walked in awkwardly adjusting my legs to hide my hard cock in my pants. We found our friends and started the greetings with hugs and handshakes for everyone. When. My wife blushed and suggested that this might be a good time to end the interview. He asked why and she said it was because she knew nothing about them and would never visit. She was clearly about to stand up when the guy asked just for a few minutes of her time. To my surprise she said OK. The cameraman left the camera and brought over a box to his colleague. He said he was going to show her a few items and he wanted to know if she had used them, or would use them. The first was a small. The long stares of hungry men,specially older ones excited me and I started to dressprovocatively. I wore skirts and shirt/blouse. The blouse wouldhave deep cut in front that would show my 34 inch breasts. The skirtwould be knee length and a bit loose so that once in a while it wouldfly and give nice view of my hairy snatch. I watched the men staringand that would always made me wet and I had to masturbate in theprivacy of toilets or at home. I will narrate an incidence in atrain. Our family.