She is so beautiful. She had a little make up on, and her lips were ruby red, but best of all was that flush of colour in her cheeks she gets when she... is feeling horny. She was wearing a light blue cotton dress and I could see she had no bra on as her nipples were standing out stiff under the fabric. Without me asking she lifted her dress and showed me that she was just wearing white knickers. I touched her panties with my finger tips and I could feel her heat. Mrs B was going to get what she. She had always been proud of her breasts, but now she wished she didn't have any. Maybe he would have stopped if she had been ugly.Crying and blushing, there was nothing she could do to stop the pain and humiliation."They are even prettier that I thought they would be," he said quietly, slowly reaching out and flicking one big nipple. "They're fucking beautiful." Oh, God, Please," she sobbed helplessly, "Please don't." Hey, Maureen, Baby," he jeered, "We are almost there."She wished she could. Jean admitted she was a little down at the cook-out and probablymisread his remark. Jean told her that everything was reversiblebut that a doctor would have to remove the tits surgically. Tracy sat for the longest time thinking about how she could tellher husband what had happened to him. She made a big decision to goand tell him. She thought about calling him and offering to takehim to lunch but wondered what would happen if he got loud overwhat she had done. He had never raised his voice. "What's your name?" he questions. I couldnt speak "Siinnn..sinnnuu..sindhuuu". He enjoyed my nervousness. He pulled me with his strong hand and I am fallen on his chest, he hugged and I felt like no way out. I could feel his hands moving all over my back and it loosen the thread of my blouse top. When its separate , he moves his firm palm all over my bare back. He slowly pull the blouse out. I am topless. Now I didnt see, anyone around us except the guy who is running the chariot, but he dont.