.. I don't... " Shut up!" She shut up. And waited for his next move, her heart refusing to beat. He studied her, making her feel cruddy all over. Her ...ind was racing. If her father ever saw this, he would die, right after he killed her. And her mother? Oh, God, it would just about kill her, too. The Meadow of Menace pushed its way into her mind, mingling with all the other thoughts she was having about death and gloom and peril.Finally, he spoke to her. "Tracy, I put hidden cameras all over. She asked what are you doing I said this is the model of breast. I just ran my fingers over her boobs and she shivered. I lifted her tops and made her to stand in bra. She was trying to cover but i forced her hands to her side. Next it was about the nipple and i started pressing her boobs above the bra. She said what is this? I replied this is how boobs are used in reproduction. Now i opened her bra clasp and she getting embrassed at this but I hold her nipples in my hand and twisted it and. There was a low hum of melancholy coming from somewhere around his chest, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A snapshot of an unsettling memory flickered across his eyes as his mind drifted back to the sex last night. He’d closed his eyes momentarily, forgetting where he was as he bathed in the pleasure of Miss Weston’s tongue, only to wake up confused, aching for something he wasn’t getting. Miss Weston was an accomplished woman in many ways – she played the piano like a virtuoso,. Maybe... hold on a second.", he said as he stood up. "I got something I want you to try on."Now I was intrigued and could feel my own cock getting hard. I had crossdressed a couple times before, mostly just the black lace g-string that had earned me my first pounding from Uncle Bill and once around the age of 12, a slutty night shirt my mother used to wear. It was cut homemade off the shoulder and reached just pass my little cock. It was a 3/4 sleeve, softball style shirt, but the front did not.