“See what nice breasts I have. I know you would like to feel them. I often massage them.”
Much of the dialogue to this display was ad-libbed. Turk had told her how to start and given her the general content, but who could memorize all this in a few minutes. The Turk was guiding her through hand movements.
Cheryl shimmied the rest of the way out of her dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. She kicked it away. She now stood, resplendent in her dainties. Following Turk’s hand signals from the sidelines, Cheryl pushed her breasts together and then cupped them from underneath. “These are for sucking,” she said to the camera.
She reached behind her back and released the bra’s clasps. The bra fell from her breasts. The Turk almost gasped with delight.
As instructed, Cheryl slowly swung
