These revelations passed by Oswald' eyes in a mere moment, buttheir effect lingered. He wonder again how he might justify a more probingexamination of... the female secrets that Emily had seemed almost ready to offerhim, at least before her caning began. He thought again about dropping hiscane but by now she was looking back at him, from her inverted position, andhe thought it would be shamefully obvious. There was no obvious way of achieving that desired view at this precise moment,which seemed,. " Faye said."I'll let them know... if they answer the phone..." Chicks, right?" Kim said, heading to the closet to find one of herdresses.***"Holy shit." Bobbie exclaimed, finally allowed to see the mirror. Herhair sat high in the back, relaxing into lazy curls that tumbled overher shoulders."You're so pretty to begin with, though." Timmi touched Bobbiefamiliarly. "I always thought so... It was fun for you to see me act allsilly, huh?" She was giggling uncontrollably as she finished. The clincher was her shirt, that was either low-cut or unbuttoned—I have no idea—because as I took her coat and she leaned in to removing her arm from her sleeve, I got a full down-blouse shot of her firm, small tits. Man, it was sexy. No bra. Just there to be admired, a stiff nipple from the cold. Or maybe she was horny. No clue, just amazement. Surely on my face because she glanced back and gave me a smirk. OK. My wife was nearby, just let it go. My wife was really sex and had bigger boobs. I liked how her cute little nipples were popping up to say hello. When she turned around I noticed how she had a couple of strategically placed rips in her jeans that gave a peek of her ass. Nice. I was just getting ready to go in and get Cindy when she walked out. She had on a tight, white halter style top. It tied around her neck and came down to wrap tightly around her tits, then tied behind her back. It had a small ruffle that hung down below her tits. The best part about it was that it was.