As I went through my closet, I imagined what she would say about each shirt I picked. This had meputting most of my choices back. Even in my head she ...was pushing me to be more daring, show off alittle more skin.Then I found it; a simple button up white blouse. The kind of thing I would wear to work. If I hadsomething on under it; it was pretty thin. The bra I had on, with the black lace trim, would definitelyshow through. At work I would have buttoned it up almost to the top, today I let the. I also wantto use this look on the main webpage. What do you think?" Sure. It will really grab your attention. And, that's whatwe want."I slipped my jacket back on, and Cathy took a number ofglam pictures with the digital camera, that we could use onthe web page. We then headed back to the reception area.Our first client was scheduled for nine fifteen. Cathy wentover the telephones, and the schedule book. There was achart showing how much time to schedule for each type ofprocedure or. Strapped to the beam as she is, she can’t lower her head, yet I can see her eyes straining down, looking to her breasts, her proudest assets, the beads of milk seeping from her nipples, veins crossing her swollen tits. Her eyes press shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. She snivels softly, begging please and why why why. The look on her face is priceless, her twisted expression, her trembling lips, the tears in her eyes. I’ll explain the reasons why, but not before my fingers return to her. Her eyes were drawn to my cock. She seemed to like what she saw and I put her hand on it. Quite clumsily she too firmly gripped the base and pumped it up and down."Easy baby," I told her, and took her hand in mine, traced it around my cock-head, and placed her other hand to squeeze my balls. I relaxed and let her play with me gently and tenderly.I kissed Amy, and told her she was "lovely;" that she was my "big fine girl." She liked this name. She smiled and we kissed intensely, our tongues.