This woman was NOT impressed with having to sit around with duct tape over her mouth while my wife and I marvelled over her bust. If looks could kill, this chesty blonde wouldn’t be in the position she was.
"How much did THOSE cost you?" Em asked with a venomous tone, running her palm up over the cup of the lace bra, giving her breast a gentle pat.
"Nmn mf mmr bmvnmf…" she mumbled in response, staring daggers at us.
"It’s not our fault, miss," I tell her with a shrug. "If you didn’t want people staring, you wouldn’t have bought those, now would you?"
"Gm nm hml," she replied.
"Well I suppose we should give you the benefit of the doubt. They could be real…we haven’t actually seen them yet," I tell her, smiling at my wife.
"Let’s get that pesky bra off," she says with a smile.