His dress was so short it barelycovered him and his stocking tops were much below the hem of his dressnow. Amy felt the lace at the top of the stockin..., her finger brushinghis pantyhose, sending tingles through him. "They are very pretty billy,"she assured him."Uhm, thanks Amy," he said. She smiled at him, his soft pink lips werevery accented by the makeup, and Krissy had really applied a lot ofmascara to his lashes. They were very thick, his lashes fluttered.The car only took moments to arrive. Friday afternoon traffic was hell. Greg blasted his horn at the green light slow starters, not that it helped. He was just going to be late for dinner. He speed-dialed Madelyn to let her know, but she didn’t answer. Growling, he tossed his phone on the passenger seat. Eventually he got out of the maddening traffic, pulled into their suburban community, and rolled the car into their driveway. Leaving his briefcase behind, he went to open the front door and called out, “Maddie, I’m home!”No. I reached out, and cupped her breast in my hand. Quickly, without warning, I closed my thumb and fingers around the base of her breast, forcing it outward into a small globe. She gasped, but did not pull away, as I had expected her to. I was fully prepared to release her if she had; I didn’t want to cause her any real pain. Seeing her reaction, I suddenly decided she would be an ideal candidate for the breast pillory, and retaining my hand around her right breast, led her over to it. I soon had. Her small frame is wrapped in Agent Provocateur’s impressive black Joan Full Brief and Belconette Bra set – hugging tight to her flesh. A pair of black stockings reaches right to the top of her thighs, almost level with the gusset of her briefs. She hasn’t really got the body to pull this off – no shape to her arse, no tone to her legs or belly, and most notably, nothing to fill out the small cups of her bra.Physically, she’s a 5/10 – about as average as it gets ... With no tits.We cut to a.