Or more than a little.”“Let’s film this first then. Get changed and you can do your homework after you’re relaxed and happy.”“Mother, I kn...w this is supposed to be a skimpy outfit, but couldn’t you have gone a size larger? I had just been measured for new bras when you bought this. I mean look, if I take a deep breath, nearly half my nipples pop free as the zipper over my bust gives way. Two pink partial circles of Meagan’s areola came into view as she demonstrated for her mother.”“Ohh, I. I could not believe what I was hearing. My husband had brought his friend home to fuck me, whether I wanted it or not. As I was protesting, Victor pulled my dressing gown open and then put his arms around me, pinning my arms by my sides. His friend got up from the couch and walked towards me. I could see the look of pure lust in his eyes as he reached out towards me and began squeezing my bare tits. He pinched my nipples, as he commented to Victor that my boobs were wonderful…I tried to. Walking up to my mom I yelled her name and got no answer. Do you think she is out, the k** asked me? Looks like it, but let me shake her first. I did and of course got no response. She is out like a light. The k** didn't waist any time. He go on the sofa next to mom and straightened her up. He unbuttoned a couple of buttons down the front of her dress. He leaned over so he could look at her tits. Wow, you mom has a nice set of boobs, Take a look. He undid the next three, than pulled her dress. Ankneela understood none of it and shook her head apologetically. The woman pointed to herself and said: “Inklitoori, Inklitoori.” Ankneela was astonished - in all her time here no one had offered her their name. She recovered quickly, repeated the woman’s name, and said her own name. Inklitoori said it twice, nodded and smiled. Then without any additional ceremony she pulled the pin from Ankneela’s cloak, slid it off her shoulders and hung it on a stand, leaving her naked. She had always been.