Now I’m in dream land, able to look openly at a bosomy Goddess in a low-cut top while my erect pulsating 4” is poking the front of my baggy trouse...s out. It’s very rare I can look with impunity at cleavage, it’s only normally in public places like a bar, and though I always find ways of watching discreetly till She makes me cum in my pants, there’s something very special about being able to ogle like this, knowing She’s going to see what happens to me as I gawp in perv delight and disbelief at. At this point, one said to the other, "Instead of using ourreal names so that he would know who we are, let's call ourselves Barbieand Bambi." Good idea," said the second girl, "I'll be Barbie, since my breasts area lot like hers. And we just simply have to record this for posterity.I'll get the camera from the car."Oh shit, I thought, I really am a goner. But wait, they are trying torob me. I can report them to the police. Bambi must have been reading mymind, because she said, "And don't even. She had mediumlength blond hair that was nicely fixed. Hermakeup was not overdone. She was wearing a denimskirt and a short sleeve thin white cotton blouse.I could see traces of the lace on her slip throughthe blouse.For a few seconds, I could not answer herquestion. Finally, in a halting voice, I asked ifit would be possible to get a shampoo and set.She looked at me for a second or two and thenasked why I wanted to have my hair done in awoman's beauty salon. I started to getembarrassed, so I. No man sought her hand, though many still sought her body. She had rebuffed them all. Though she ached for pleasure, she would give herself to no man who would not relieve her father of the burden she had become.Her heart heavy – as always – she made her way into the rising heat and the stream of laborers who ogled her with unabashed lust, on her way to her toil, baking bread.It was near to the time of high sun when the women of the bakery glanced at each other, wondering at the nervous.