”“Um, yes. I think I would really like that. Thank you D’andre.” I reply.I am put through my normal exercises. I don’t believe that any of t...his is helping, not one damn bit. Yet, I do them anyways. Why? Because I don’t want D’andre to see me not try.As we come to the end of my therapy, I’m happy to see D’andre waiting for me.He hands me a towel, so I may wipe my face from the sweat that has formed from all the hard work.He takes control of my chair, moving me outside of the therapy building. So I tried them on without my bra, and came out of the dressing room to model for him.Let me tell you guys something. With tits this size, it is not easy to find a top that I can wear bra less with out being toooo obvious. We had a fun time doing this too. I would come out of the dressing room, and some guy would be waiting for his wife to go try on her stuff. I would come out, and I mean come out and Jim had eyes as big as oranges. But this guy standing off to the side, had eyes as big as. ." she started to say, while she was inspecting her handy work. Namely me."Ready to go home, Diane?" Dr. Burnheart asked, as she swept into the room, like she usually did. "Wow! Look at you! With that Strawberry Blonde hair, and the knock out figure, topped off, by the waif looking face... I guess maybe we should send you home, with a bodyguard!" she was holding one of her hands against her upper chest, her eyes bugging out, ogling me."Dr. Burnheart, that is not, a very professional attitude!". I kept my hand over my panty, covering the wet spot and over my boobs, blushing all the while.Sharon stood up and removed her top. She had not worn a bra, so her melons just bounced out. That was the first time I was looking at another woman’s boobs so closely. They are bigger than mine.Her hands now boldly moved towards my boobs. She cupped them gently and fondled them. Her fingers pressed against my nipples, which were by now very hard. I felt a little gasp come out of my mouth as she did.