She looked at Diana, then at me.“Are you OK?” Tasha asked me.“Yeah, I’m fine. How is Sasha?” I asked.“Afraid that she ruined her chance to... be with you.”“I’m not ready to be with anyone full time. Right now, she has as much a chance as you other ladies,” I reminded Tasha.“Come on in but be nice,” Tasha warned me.“Tasha, when have you known Mick to be anything else than nice?”“I know, Diana,” Tasha patted my arm.We walked in to find Sasha curled up on the bed, still sobbing. I walked over to the. I moved my hands gently on her fleshy plump breasts then I pressed them slowly.Sudha was moaning in a very low suppressed voice oohhhhhh. I further increased the pressure of my palms upon Sudha's pair of firm breasts. I was feeling great in pressing her luxuriant breasts as they were very much tight. Sudha was holding me putting her arms back around my neck and that way giving me full opportunity to press and squeeze her breasts with ease.She was caressing sometimes my neck, sometimes my hairs. "See what I mean, Stuart."I moved to my feet. "I'll cancel the date." Sit," Dad said. "We're not finished with this discussion." Yes, Dad, we are. Look, I don't drink, smoke, or take drugs. I admit to stretching the truth once in a while, but I'm not a thief, a gossip, a bigot, a vandal, or a shrew. I'm a straight-A student, so I take my education seriously. Overall, I'm a pretty good daughter, but I'm not good enough for you or Mom. You don't want a daughter. You want a saint. Well, I can't be. She unlocked her secret wardrobe and stared inside thoughtfully, thinking about what she was going to wear on such glorious occasion. Finally she took out everything she needed and walked back to the lounge. Ten minutes later she was standing in front of the full-height mirror, eagerly eyeing the spectacle in it.Her slender, smooth legs were now covered by black latex stockings, all the way up to her buttocks. A pair of black latex gloves covered her arms in the same manner. Her gorgeous.