“Please, Mistress,” I whispered.
“Well they aren’t glued on yet. I’ll give you a choice. Have these cute little titties or take fifty strokes of my cane on your ass every night for a week. I’ll let you chose.”
“I’ll take the breasts.”
“Thought you might.”
She held the true-life form up against me, making the very obvious n****e on the foam boob lined up perfectly with my own n****e.
“Put your finger on it and hold it for a moment. I want to make sure it looks right.”
I did, letting her tweak it just a bit. Then she put three marks on it with a marker and three marks on my chest so it ended up in the exact same spot.
“Stand up at attention and stick your chest out.”
When I did, she test fit the falsie once more.
“I think that will do. You can relax for a minute.”
Then she opened
