My back arched involuntarily, and my knees went weak. I struggled against the cuffs. I wanted to grab them and kiss them, and shove my face into their...huge, soft breasts. My dick was straining in my pants, and I desperately wanted to get them off. I was moaning and dizzy, and the girls moved to either side, kissing my jaw and licking behind my ears. I tried to turn my head to kiss Marie, but they held my head still. They licked my cheeks. I tried again to kiss them or lick their tongues, but. I was debating whether to buy any when the owner spotted me and beckoned me in. He looked like a baker—round and soft– and always with a big smile on his face. His bald head was usually obscured by his baker’s hat. As soon as the door closed behind me, he turned the sign to say CLOSED. I looked around and, indeed, the sketch of me was hanging on the wall behind the cash register, right alongside a framed picture of a dollar bill. Anyone who bought anything in the bakery would see it. He was. (At this stage I have to pull my cock out of my wife’s pussy as I am too close to cumming, so I kneel between her legs and caress her as I continue the fantasy.)The younger man is quite flustered and somehow dislodges his cap which falls into the water and is carried down towards you. You lift a foot above the water and guide the cap to you.“You’ll have to come and get your cap if you want it back.” you say with a cheeky grin.“Can’t you just toss it to me?” he asks, face flushing.“Nope!” you. It's just that I'm finding it difficult to know because he is so inexperienced. It started to feel good so maybe I do want that. I guess I'm going to have to get him to slow down huh?" I think that might be a very good idea young lady."I thought this discussion had gone very well, a lot better than the previous one and I replayed my advice, re-assuring myself I had managed to steer a reasonable path.Before her placement Kirsty and I discussed the kind of things she should be looking to.