The only other part of her body that felt like that was her big, fat butt, which she thought stuck out like a barbeque stain on a white T shirt.“Why...do they want to feel them?” she asked.“You’re kidding me ... right?” He looked puzzled.“No!“ she yelled. Then, immediately, she said “Sorry. I just don’t get it ... that’s all. I’ve touched them and I just don’t get why somebody else would want to.”“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you,” he said. It was a statement rather than a question.“No,” she. She had a very good excuse to duck Young Legal’s offer of dinner, she was tired from travel and had to be back in the office Saturday with Liaison. Laura worked feverishly getting ready for a big decision meeting Tuesday. The idea for fashion shows at legal conferences was all hers. The concept of using models from law firms was hers too. At four o’clock Saturday afternoon, Laura was satisfied with her pitch. She boiled three days hard work by the core marketing staff to a final closing slide. I smiled, and got hard, watching them look down the wide-open neckline, knowing they were enjoying her swinging tits and nipples. As if that wasn't enough, she'd get up slowly, ass first, with her hands still on the ground, so the stretched out hem could slide slowly up her body. The revealing shirt was free to slide up to her chin, rarely snagging on her hard nipples, and almost always completely exposing her bare tits to the sunshine and everyone nearby. Yet, she would never admit enjoying. Leah trembled to the touch, trying desperately to cling to defiance, to cling to any emotion but the trembling fear that began to fill her. She failed, even as those unholy green eyes bored into her, sparking the fear that lay in her stoumach into tiny flames that crept lower in her body even as she instinctively tightend then relaxed her thighs."You wish to fight me, liebling?" Lysa purred, her gaze travelling to the fluttering pulse at the base of the girls neck.Leah shiverd with delight,.