I backed up a bit and kept him at the end of my range, sliding away when he tried to move forward. This went on for the whole round.At the bell, I wen... and sat on the stool in my corner. They weren’t very happy; it was Mr. Singh who spoke up.“What are you doing? I saw absolutely no power in your punches. You’re fighting timid, now go out there and fight like we know you can.”The bell rang for the second round and I started towards the middle at a faster pace than the first round. I kept moving. One guy asked if he could squeeze my tits with the weight bar. Sure why not. I sat on the floor with my tits on the weight bench. A weight bar was placed across the top of my breasts pinning them against the bench. Weights were added to each end of the bar squeezing my tits turning them into purple mushrooms. Weights were then just stacked on top of each breast pressing them into the bench squeezing them as flat as they would go. It fascinated the guys that I was able to endure such torture.The. It always baffled me why bra designers made padded bras for woman who have C, D, and double D cup breasts. Women who are blessed with big tits, don’t need a padded bra. As far as I’m concerned the only women who need a padded bra are women who have A cup breasts and some who have B cup breasts that aren’t as full and shapely. I yearn for the return of those days when I could see the impressions of a woman’s nipples though her bra. I yearn for the return of those days when we’d wonder if she was. While Abe was demonstrating how new the unit was, I was at the counter buying the supplies I needed. The counter man took my sales tax number, so I didn't have to pay tax this time, then pulled the supplies from stock. It took two hand truck loads to get everything out to the truck.Abe and the supply house customer were shaking hands when I came out, so I figured we had a sale. Abe was grinning real big when the owner came out with the check. It was for eighteen thousand, not the fifteen Abe.