Not wasting any time, I turned to her and put my hands on her breasts. FUCK … it is huge … I cupped one … it is fucking big … but soft, sugges...ting that they are 100% natural … I was thinking if they turned out to be implants, I would kick her sorry ass out in the rain …I squeezed lightly … and cupped the breast from below … she must be a very horny chick … my mere squeeze had made her moan … she half shut her eyes and moaned softly … I enjoyed the feel … and slowly increased the pressure in my. “Hmmm, it feels so good when I rub it. I love the way my prick fills up my hand when it’s hard like this. I like to grip it really hard, as tight as I can and slide my hand all the way up, like this.”Julie was moving her hand steadily forwards until the skin bunched up at the end, then she drew it back, tantalizingly slowly. The bulbous head looked dark and threatening in the dim light as the skin was gradually pulled back to reveal the raised ridge around it.“God, I feel so powerful with my. She did one hell of a job with the makeup and even broughtalong an extra purse for me. She assured me the othersinvolved in the drawing PROMISED not to tell a soul. My one last concern was my voice. It was male. Shecoached me in talking with a whisper effect, to giggleslightly, never laugh loudly. I walked around the room asshe watched my every move. We did a quick study in sitting,crossing and uncrossing my legs, facial mannerisms. Sheseemed to enjoy all of this immensely. I was now. They wanted to get changed and I showed them into my spare room. I then pointed at the office door, which was closed at the time.“You will knock on that door at five o’clock, once you enter the room you will be treated like the naughty girls you wish to be. It would not be in your best interests to be late.”I could detect a mixture of emotions on both of their faces. I only had one overriding emotion: that of excitement. I entered the office, found my traditional cane and placed it on the desk.