And her breasts were nearly twice as big as mine...shit. I was staring. She could tell and didn’t stop smiling. And her eyes stayed right on mine. T...hat’s when I noticed she was wearing a white coat, but the nurse at school here never wore a nurse’s outfit before. And it was a little shiney, which seemed odd..and was I going crazy? Was it really really low cut for a professional uniform? Her cleavage was practically falling out of it.“Do you like my outfit?” She asked, obviously I must have been. She smelt heavenlyand felt like pure velvet to my lips and tongue.I'm sure Denise would love to have a we kiss of Annabel's invitingclit. "Denise come here and show Annabel how you love kissingclitties," Yes, I'm sure they both would be well accustomed to theothers pretty little dangles. But it's always been my motto to neverturn down such an invite. Denise must be programmed the same way, in notime she knelt beside me kissing Annabel's quivering clit."That's enough Denise," As I noticed she. "I'm Liz," as the light hit her body you could see that she was heavily tattooed, her eyes showed no expression. "I belonged to the 'Bike Devils, '" the bikers cheered loudly at that.The blonde with the swollen eyes was next. "My name is Carol, and I used to be the loving slave of Carl," she pointed at one the older gentleman who ignored her.Finally it was Jane's turn. "Jane... my name is Jane. I thought I belonged to Larry," tears were running down her cheeks as she looked at him. Smiling at. The image reminded Sissy of Toulouse Le'Trecs' painting of the dancer attending to her ballet slippers and soon Sissy's loins were getting warm and damp. This reaction intrigues her and she realised Carl's sexual preferences still lay rooted somewhere deep in her brain. She tried not to squirm. If she had moved too violently Sissy knew with a sickening certainty that she would topple off balance and end up like a floundering seal on the bathroom floor.Fortunately, she was learning the delicate.