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She only stayed with him for three more days, spending all of her free time at the movies and reading. He loved to make her sing and dance in front of the mirror, either to his ear or her knees. She always adored the look of woman with pussy lips just a little swollen and a bright red circle has been painted around her ring. Sometimes she would go without wearing a thong, which made her seem very naughty. Finally, he had her wear a dress made out of a light cotton blouse with a plunging neckline, and a slit in front that opened when she bent over the work. This, plus her thick, firm chest would make her the envy of the lot of them. Not that she was popular. She often ran the streets with no coat, to get the thong and skirt off easily. She loved the sensuousness of the low cut blouse, and knew that she always pleased him. What she didn't know was that soon she would be coming home from the movies with nothing on at all but the clothes on her back and her thong standing out between her fully exposed breasts. Her large breasts had always been his forte, but she was spoiled.. and that spoiled her. She would often run into men at the movie theatres and they would stop her with suggestive smiles and open their blouses to show her their cocks. Sometimes she would be embarrassed by their looks and would go into hiding, but always when the urge was she would slip on a pair of black silk stockings and eventually slip into the undergarments. Once she had put on the undergarments she would kneel in front of a mirror and take out her tits and kneel in front of the mirror. She would take her blouse off and hold it up to the light and then slowly peel it off of her body.

The tight, full breasts would droop forward revealing the white satin laces that held them tightly in place. She would put on a bra with matching garter and suspender belts and heels and finally, finally, slip into the car and go home. She would never walk in them alone. She always kept one hand in the garter belt, one on each ankle and one in the garter belt where it opened to reveal the white lace panties that held the lace up the back. All the time she would pretend to walk, pretending to the driver that she was a woman, and she always made sure that the cabbie that she walked with could see her breasts. She wanted to take off her clothes and make them disappear from view, but she wasn't that easy. She took the garter belt off of her skirt. She walked in the car slowly. She laid her shoes and stockings on the seat. She reached up and turned the radio off. She peered over her shoulder and met her face. She didn't say anything. She peered behind her shoulder again and the driver began to drive around. She started to move to the right, out of sight of the driver. She wasn't making a sound. She seemed to be sleeping. She began to stir.

She didn't move. She seemed to be asleep. She just sat there. She didn't move. She sat there silently. She began to wake. She began to stir and suddenly a poke of a finger was put between her breasts. She jumped. She couldn't speak. She could only nod. She couldn't speak. All of a sudden she opened her eyes. She recognized the man. She recognized her voice, but she didn't move. She felt the coldness of the metal cuffs against her wrists. The cuffs began to pull at her arms..