When I got up I decided to take a shower. I closed the door to the bathroom and I put on the light I took a long shower and had to air dry. As I did I...looked over the dress. I found I'd been wired. The dress had a hidden transmitter with a microphone hidden as a button, and the transmitter hidden in the shoulder pad. The antenna was a fine wire in the bottom hem. The batteries were in the other shoulder pad. As I checked further I found a hidden pocket in the collar. There was a note and money.. After years of wishing that a good-looking man would ignore her tits, and notice her, she perversely felt slightly offended at his behaviour. The next time he came into the office, she stealthily unbuttoned her blouse so her cleavage was more obvious. As she approached him with the drawings she dropped them on the floor. Kneeling down in front of him to pick them up, ensured that he got a good look at her breasts. Once he had helped her pick them up he had stunned her, by complimenting her on. Let’s try taking advantage of that, he thought. “Lie on the couch as if you are watching a television set in that corner,” was the next order.She lay down on her side and looked in the direction he had indicated.“No,” he said, “your arm should be under your breast supporting it.”Wendy squirmed for a few moments and then looked worried at him, not quite understanding but mindful of the earlier spat and so not daring to ask a question...“Here, let me show you,” he said and, for the first time in. I twirled her around, so the men could have a good look.“Mmmm, looks good!” one of them said, “We need to see more.”I reached over to unbutton her top and opened it to display her braless tits. She stood there with her hands by her side, not moving or reacting in any way.“You like?” I asked, lifting her breasts, “These tits are aching for your touch.”The men were shirtless, wearing tight jeans. They were big, muscular with multiple tattoos decorating their sexy bodies. The outlines of their.