“Four,” he said loudly.The audience was confused, but not Joan-e. She knew exactly what he meant and was visibly shaking with fear and with pre-or...asmic tremors.“Three” he said even more loudly with the next slap.Joan-e responded with a loud grunt through her clenched teeth. Her hands had risen off the floor and were out in front of her like Superman flying through the sky. Her feet were an inch or so off the floor.“Two” he said and the whole club joined him in his count. Most had no idea why. Greg moved and sat with an Earl Grey tea with lemon, smiling as he was trying to look stereotypically British. He saw Izzy from behind first recognising her tight ass in her skin tight black jeans. He smiled as he watched her turn around, her eyes scanning all the people who stood waiting for loved ones.She lost her smile when she didn’t see Greg. She was about to walk out and look for a hotel room when she chuckled, remembering that Greg didn’t like to conform. She started to look at the. She got out her cloth tape and measured again. 29" around the ribs, 38 1/2", maybe 39" over the fullest part of the breast. Damn, D cup for sure, and probably more. She studied one of her boobs--was it a trick of the light that it seemed a little fuller? She shook her head. DD cup here I come, she thought. Wonderful. Manufacturers charged an extra $5 for that extra D. She measured her waist: 23 1/2", she'd lost a little there. Her hips: 34". Size Small panties might actually hang on her. She. ‘Anything else?’ ‘I caused a bit of excitement when I suggested we run a panel in our regular advertising spread in Saturday’s Guardian dwelling highlighting a buyer and spouse with an interesting history in vehicle ownership and why they have this brought off us. The suggestion in a double column photo plus text under it over two columns saying running to ten inches.’ ‘Sounds great. What did Stan say?’ ‘He said he’d get back to me. He probably wants your opinion because that would be using.