The saleswoman ? her name tag said Leeza ? paused a moment to considerwhat I had just told her. ?Oh, okay. I?m sure I can be of assistance. Doyou happ...en to know your bra size? No? Okay, let?s get you measured and wecan go from there.? She brought be back to a fitting room, grabbing acloth tape measure on the way. Once we had some privacy, she measured mychest ? once below the fleshy part and once across the nipples. Sheannounced that I was a 36A. I was not sure if that was a good or badthing.. She didn’t love me, had no desire to take me away from my comfortable life, or even see me again. She wanted the experience: to know she could still make a man lose control, to want her so bad he lost control and a good chunk of his mind. To do all the slutty nasty things she would never dare do in her twice a month duty romps with her husband. To know she was even still capable of wanting to. We both knew the scenario- had burned it into our memories, so when I gently pushed her down on the. I said, "Auntie Helen, what am I going to do?"She looked down at me and suddenly her whole attitude changed as shepicked me up and said, "Honey, you are going to stay with me and whenyour mommy is better she and your brother will stay here as well, ok?"I hugged her and kissed her again and again saying, "Thank you, Auntie,thank you."Miss Mary came over and hugged us both saying, "You have to be strongnow, Angel, and you have to carry on and make things easier for yourmommy. You can work and. Is also carrying lingeriefor his son to put on. Dad acts a tad embarrassed in front of his son inorder to break the tension somewhat. Son undresses, reluctantly, and dadfirst says 'we need to get your figure under control' and wraps a corsetaround son. Starts tightening the laces and son reacts to not only thesight of his dad in similar attire..but also to the feeling of his waistgetting restricted and tightened...and the sight of his slightly flabbychest getting pushed up and out by the.