Chapter Seven
A few days later things seemed rather normal. It was a Saturday, and we had nothing planned. We got up and showered together. It was normal to be on my knees with my head between her thighs, satisfying her until she pushed me away. Before getting out of the shower, Marti picked up a small green bottle from the shelf between the shower knobs. She squeezed some of the liquid onto a luffa and scrubbed my chest. I knew why. As I dried off, I saw them lying there between the double sinks. Two fake breasts and a bottle of rubbing alcohol were plainly evident. I finished my normal morning bathroom tasks when Marti stopped me.
“It’s time, babe.”
“Oh come on, Mistress. Do we have to?”
“You go around all the time wearing those pretty little bras that match your panties, and they’re
