When I didn't answer him fast enough he pulled my sweater up and tugged roughly at my bra. I felt him grope at my breast forms and about my chest. Whe...n he removed his hand he was holding one of the breast forms. "This is not real." He said in shock and dropped it to the floor.I could only stare back at him and pray he didn't hit me. I was frozen.He starred at me long and hard as if confused and unable to explain how he could have been deceived like this. How could I not be as complete as he. Tina wouldn't mind -- she had the same thought herself, but Fionna was not into BDSM. At last as far as anyone knew, but for some odd reason, Cindy was pretty damned sure it was the truth.Where minutes ago she'd been as content as a purring cat, now lust began to bloom in her body again. Thoughts of serving Fionna made her horny. Tina stirred, her fragrant hair shifting a little where Cindy had pressed her face. She wondered if Tina would be interested...Cindy almost jumped out of her skin as a. I looked at my phone and could see several missed calls from home and the fact that I snuck out of my home late at night came into my mind and I panicked. I put my clothes on and headed toward my home to get some scolding.After getting a piece of my mother’s scolding, I went to my room. I was a little bit drained and tired because of the previous night and what followed this morning. I would have loved to fuck my sister right there beside her friend Riya but it would have taken the time and I. "I'm sorry," she said,sounding sincere. "This job I'm doing is just a little more difficultthan I expected. If you want though, I could show you what I'm doing.Honestly, it can be very interesting." This was my introduction to dressmaking. Mummy was good at it. Not onlythat, she was a good teacher, making the subject very interesting. Andpretty soon, I forgot what was going on around me, the feminine clothesi was wearing, the new house, the relationship I was establishing with awoman who was.