Chapter 5
You sat back but not all the way because of the handcuffs, and tried to shake
the shawl back over your breast.
Mr. Morgan saw that but didn't pay it any mind. He said to you, "You realize
that this case is practically open and shut." "What have you to say for
yourself?"
You opened up and began angrily trying to tell him about how you felt everything
was a mistake and that you had not used drugs nor transported any ever. You
spoke so fast wanting to get everything out and he listened silently for a long
time.
Finally he stopped you and said, "Ms, you say that you are the vice president of
this business and that your co-workers are coming her tomorrow?"
"Actually they should be here today." You hurriedly explained. "We had
reservations at a club near the beach for a conference."
He explained that he would ask the panel to hold off on your trial until he had
time to speak with your co-workers. "Oh, by the way, my services will cost you,
I don't work for free." He added.
You replied, "I have plenty of money and will pay you very well for your
services."
He smiled and with his eyes looking directly at your bust area, he said, "You
can give me something right now?"
You felt those leering eyes pierce the shawl and immediately your nipples
erected under the material. You wanted to be sure he was thinking of that and
stated, "I have no money here, they confiscated it already, bu I can have some
wired to you from the bank in America."
He spoke softly, "Ms, I wasn't asking for money at this time, let us see what
kind of merchandise is under the shawl."
Your heart pounded and you knew exactly what he was thinking of. You tried to be
coy and turned your body a bit acting like you could be shy with him. If you
were going to have to perform, at least he would try and get you out of this
mess.
He stepped over to the sofa and sat down, his hand took the shawl and pulled it
down off your shoulder, uncovering your white skin. His other hand pulled the
opposite side down and it naturally fell down around your waist, and lap. His
eyes grew very large when he saw how big your breasts were. Then he stood up and
commanded you. "Get off the sofa and on your knees."
You knew that if you didn't comply things would be far worse so you immediately
did so. His fingers unbuckled his pants and they dropped to the floor. Next came
boxer shorts and his maleness was hanging right in your face. He said, "Use only
your mouth."
You opened your lips and chuckled to yourself, your hands were cuffed, what else
would you use beside your mouth? Your mouth swallowed him and sucked until he
became hard. Then you used your tongue and lips to try and excite him enough to
bring him off.
He allowed you to suck on him for a long time but you couldn't bring him off and
he moved over to the sofa and laid back, telling you to mount him and sit on top
with bended knees. He told you to move up and down once you had his member in
deep. Then he said to lean forward and he used his tongue on your hanging
nipples which only made you more wet yourself.
Eventually he was ready to cum, but before he did so he made you get off of him
and swallow him in your mouth again. When he came, he said, "Swallow it all." It
was hot!
When he had cum he told you to get off of him and he sat upright on the sofa.
"Show me yourself," he said next. "Get right in front of me and display your
body in as many poses as you can think of." "You can lay, kneel, sit or whatever
but show me everything."
You felt totally out of control, having to display your body as such for a man
was not something as vice president of a business you had ever expected, but
under the circumstances you decided to try and impress him.
First you stood up and parted your knees with feet turned out. This way he could
see your shaved pussy really clear. You arched your back and thrust your huge
breasts upward. Then you crouched with wide knees but heels together and showed
him your breasts again. You knelt and bent forward hanging your breasts, shaking
them a bit, while you watched his eyes to see where he was looking. So for a
long time you moved around in front of him, trying to impress him.
He spoke again. "I suggest we return to the table and ask the members of the
panel if they will grant us one more day to prepare your defense." You had no
choice but to agree.
He walked to the door, but you expected the shawl to be wrapped around you and
waited. "Are you coming or staying here," He inquired holding the door for you?
As you passed by him into the other room, he stopped you and whispered, "I
recommend you show them your body in those poses while I am talking, just to
keep their attention."
That shocked you as you stepped into the room and all eyes looked at your
nakedness.
Mr. Morgan took his seat, and a few of the panel watched him but most eyes were
on you, as you approached the end of the table. He began speaking about whether
or not your trial could wait for the next day. His eyes went to you and he
nodded his head on one side.
You took the signal and began to widen your legs a lot and leaned forward
slowly, shaking your shoulders gently, causing your huge breasts to wiggle
sideways. You twisted and turned around showing anyone who looked, a very
spectacular view of your body. It was humiliating but you felt compelled to do
this just to keep from being made a prisoner. You noticed your nipples grew
large and hard, and you felt heat and wetness between your legs.
Mr. Morgan then suggested, "While I am checking on her story the panel could
take turns individually interviewing you."
They all agreed on that and then Mr. Morgan got up and left the room.
The first person to demand an interview with you was a woman, middle-aged seated
close to you. She, walked over to the door you just came through, held open the
door, and said, "Come inside." Smiling.
You padded on bare feet toward her entered the room and heard the door close and
then she said. "Where did he put that shawl?" Her hands grabbed the shawl from
the sofa and covered you with it.
She went over and sat on the sofa. Then she said for you to stand in front of
her so she could interview you. She held a notepad in her hands.
This woman looked to be in her late thirties, the blouse she wore was loose,
offering no information about her bust, her blue skirt was not tight and down to
her knees. Her blond hair flowed back above both ears and was long in the back,
below her ribs. Her skin had some lines but she looked great otherwise.
She asked you your name, age, height, weight, measurements. When she was done
writing, she asked about marriage, how long you dated anyone, your dietary likes
and dislikes. Then she asked a very personal question, did you masturbate. You
stammered at having to answer, but she repeated her question.
You finally answered that you did on occasion masturbate but nor very often.
She became more inquisitive about when, and where you masturbated, and then
said, "Explain about one of the times."
You were appalled, having to describe such an intimate thing to another woman
you didn't even know.
She noticed hesitation and said, "Get used to talking about things like this, if
found guilty, you'll be doing it in front of others." You cringed at this and
began describing what she had asked.
Satisfied, she then asked about your most sensitive parts of your body, how they
responded to a stimulus, and which felt the most pleasure. She also asked if you
thought that your breasts were the right size, had you ever wanted larger or
smaller ones?
These questions drove you crazy, having to stand and answer every question from
a female who could be the difference between you being free and a prisoner. She
rose and began to slide the shawl off your shoulders.
When the shawl uncovered your breasts, her fingers came up and each took a
nipple. They rolled and pulled on them. She looked very close at them and then
scanned each breast sliding a finger as if to mark her point of view. Your
breathing increased as this sensation made you feel unwanted things. She moved
the shawl down off you completely and told you to spread your feet widely apart.
She pushed a finger into your sex and smiled feeling the wetness. Her mouth came
close to your head and she whispered softly, "Fuck yourself on my finger."
You shook with fear and embarrassment but began pushing your hips forward on her
upturned digit. She held her finger a while and you moved about on it. Then she
withdrew her finger, put it to your mouth and made you suck your juices off of
it.
She told you to kneel and she raised the hem of her skirt, exposing her pussy
that had no panties covering it! "Lick me until I cum," She commanded.
You put your mouth to her pussy and began licking and sucking, then she sat down
on the sofa with spread legs and let you finish the task. She came wildly,
bucking your face up and down.
When she finished, she sat up and asked you if you ever though of having
children. You replied, "No" and she laid back on the sofa and rested. Then she
unbuttoned her loose blouse and opened it, she wore a bra that had a snap above
each point of the cone and her fingers opened the right one. She pulled out a
wad of cloth and you saw her large purple nipple underneath. She beckoned you to
sit on the sofa and she pulled your head toward her. Your face went right on the
nipple and you realized she wanted you to put the large thing in your mouth.
Her only words, "Suck on it really hard." Took you by surprise but not as
surprised as you were when thick warm milk came out. It almost made you move
your mouth from her nipple, but as you sucked and swallowed you realized she was
lactating!
Her moans let you know that you were doing things just perfect. Arms enveloped
you and you stayed pinned to her side and mouth on her breast.
You though wild thoughts while snuggled close to this woman. When she pushed you
away from that breast, she immediately unsnapped the left cup and put your mouth
there quickly.
After drinking a lot of her milk she pushed you up and closed both cups after
replacing the small folded cloth over those huge nipples.
She stood and adjusted her clothing before motioning to you to leave the room.
Her eyes were warm and trance-like.
You walked naked back into the room where everyone who was seated at the table
had gotten up and now was walking around.
The woman announced, "I am finished who is next?"
