Don’t worry. Okay secret and she started squeezing my cheeks and trying to make me smile but I was still in the same mood. She took me to the bedroo... where Anirudh was lying and she sat on the bed.She asked me to rest in her lap and tapping on my head and on my back to stop weeping. My cries were already stopped when she signed my Diary ;). I think I was acting to get sympathy. I rolled on her lap turned my face purposefully towards her belly and buried myself into it to know how it feels. As I. It was awkward, with them cuffed together, as they tended to naturally land over my cock; any contact only made the pain more acute. Having to open my arms to fit over the fake breasts helped, but having my arms squeeze them together was obscenely embarrassing. I looked down, over my body and predicament. The panties were stretched taut and there was a wet stain of precum marking the outline of my cockhead.My mind swayed back and forth uneasily between agony and ecstasy. The ache and pain of. You’re humiliatingme you fucking cunt. I hate you!’ and….. ‘He made me wear a bra like yours and I realize you’re the one he’s loving, he has a wireless mouse changing from videos to your photos then back to videos telling me to fill out your bra with rolled up pairs of socks, laughing at how my boobs alone don’t touch any part of the cups. I know he cums, not with me though, knowing you are cumming because of this sucks, I’ll never cum with you. At least when I was sucking him off to you I was. I was trying to kick my shoes off when she pulled my pants down to my feet, ignoring my boxers completely. As I tried to get my stuff out of the pockets she was measuring around me quickly. A black long-sleeved t-shirt was pulled over my head and then she had me walk around the corner. I was made to stand back against a yellow background and she asked me my name."Smith"She did not question it as she typed something into a Toughbook laptop. A bar was pulled out from the wall that she used to.