How many buttons,honey, she asked. What or how much do you want him to see of me? How about two buttons, I answerd. Two buttons will show him most of ...my breasts, she answered. Is that what you want me to do? I think that two buttons will be fine, I replied.My wife then went to the ladies room, and returned several minutes later with her blouse unbuttoned. She sat in her chair, faced me, and leaned slightly so her blouse fell open, and asked, is this what you want him to see? I looked to see. It has an happy ending so dont pass any type of ratings or comments before atleast reading its ending it is a real story inspired from a historical event which lead to a revolution which abolished use of a torturus device named breast ripper………, i used pesonification as aliena in this…………,please read slave market before… Medieval revolution….thanks so lets begin i hope youll enjoy it more than 1st..,ok finally starting.., ……………………………………………………………..then they took me to mongolia because they came. "Mademoiselle Briggs," Jacques cooed. "You are back on home soil, no?Seems a shame to spend all this time working... Maybe I could treat youto lunch in the staff canteen?" We get a meal allowance," Natalie said, avoiding eye contact with theFrenchman. "You'd be treating me to something that's already been paidfor anyway." I'd be treating you to the company of Soixante-Trois's finest co-pilot,"Jacques purred. "And you may of course bring along your friend forcompany, Mademoiselle...?" Jacques. " "So are girls," she pointed out. "True, and you continue to deal with your trained oral fixation through putting on lipstick, putting your pen end in your mouth, lollipops, cigarettes and, of course, sucking cock. But men generally don't do any of those, except maybe smoke. This complete denial of the oral fixation we start at birth is always a psychological barrier that most men don't realize they are missing until a cock is in front of their face. And once they see a cock, their years of.