That was a major relief."I took ballet training but was never good enough to go further. My Mother was a ballerina for many years."They looked at each... other. Only inches separated their faces. Julie could feel her leg lightly touching against the calf of the well-muscled Armand. For some strange reason, that excited her.What was she thinking?"This guy is way too young for me. He probably has plenty of young chicks to fill his bed."Julie smiled at her own private indiscreet thoughts.Maybe it had. “Need tits, we got some real good ones, sort of cheap as their the sort as fucking failed some crappy government rules.”“Is it much of a problem?” I asked.“No,” he said wiping his oily hands on a rag, “I put a slit in the skin in the fucking tit area. Ram in a Football bladder. Pump it up to fifty fucking pounds then let it down and shove in a falsie.”“Needs a bit of skill,” I agreed.“Bollocks it does, they are fucking pedos no one gives a fuck about pedos,” he insisted, “You want a go.”“I. I retreated back into the cubical and waited for my penis to soften so I could get the cock ring off. It hadn’t lasted long but it had been an intense orgasm and I could tick another fantasy off the list. The next day I was sat at home working on my laptop when an instant message popped up. It was from Sandra the facility’s manager. “Harry, I need to have a discussion with you about something, but it needs to be face to face. Could you pop into work today?” Not thinking too much of it as I. While it flutters to the ground, I notice Ben’s script on it. I bend down to pick it up. ‘To make up for the pair I tore last night,’ it says. I blush and unfold the panties. They’re the same style and size as the ones he ripped off me, but I finger the fabric and look over the stitching. They’re much nicer than my pair. Wait, I think. The ones from last night? I didn’t notice them on the floor or in the bed this morning. Where were they? Did he take them with him? I’m a little creeped out but.