This is the continuation from the previous story.Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next installment of this story.... My coordinates, if you are interested in connecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: (only on chats as I don’t check yahoo mails) and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in writing your story through me, that is also welcome. Of course, due credit will be given :-).We both stood looking at. Looking down at him watching her every move, she smiled and reached up behind her head to unhook the halter top clasp there. She slowly lowered her top and gave him a good look at her enormous tits. Seeing the big smile on his face, she smiled in return and finished dropping her dress completely, leaving her in just her stockings and heels.He didn't say anything else, no further words were needed. Her meaning was clear as was the reason they had come there. He reached forward and put his hands. She was blushing.I took the hem of her T-shirt at the sides and started pulling it from underneath her huge massive boobs. It was a hard work. The fabric was tightly held between her breasts and legs. I pulled more until the hem appeared. It was hanging over her knees. The rest of the fabric was still covering her boobs curving outwards and upwards towards her neck. I was slowly pulling it up until the lower part of her breasts became visible, while Molly was sitting motionless with her head. These connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from her nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on its top. In fact, if the girl weren't leaning back and away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward,.