“Now to secure that lovely thin waist of yours.” I drew the belt over her belly and cinched the buckle tight.
Only two items left; her frail bodice, and her painties. Bodice first. I had already discovered by feel that she needed no padding to compliment her swelling breasts. First the shoulder straps, then the sabotage to the front. When I pulled her bodice apart, I beheld the defenseless wonder of her robust, strawberry-nippled twin mounds. When my fingers found them she cried out and strained upward.
When she finally tired, and lay still and panting, I slid the palms of my hands down against her belly to her Victorian panties.
“What shall I do with these?” I asked.
“No-o-o-o, oh please, sir, have pity.” Her voice sank into a shuddering sob.
I toyed with her panties, slipping a fing
