David, an 18 year-old kid with a wealthy dad

It turns out the agent's estimate was too conservative. It was only a couple of hours later that Emma received a text on her phone from the agency confirming that someone had bought her breasts, and that they were on their way to meet with her. With Tom still at work, Emma is home alone, so she makes sure she looked presentable and watches TV while she waits for her breast's new owner to arrive. Within the hour there's a knock on the door.

"Coming!" Emma shouts, getting up and making her way to the front door. She glances at her breasts and takes a deep breath to calm herself, watching them rise on her chest. Then she opens the door.

Her nervousness is replaced with some confusion at seeing the scrawny teen at her door. His dark hair was a bit disheveled, and was actually slightly shorter than her. His eyes go wide at the sight of her, and he spends several seconds just taking Emma in, especially her breasts.

"Can I help you?" Emma asks politely, snapping him out of his trance.

"A-Are you Emma Chambers?" he asks nervously.

"Yeah, that's me," Emma confirms.

The boy opens a manila folder he was holding and opens it, handing her a copy of the contract she signed just this morning, only now with an addition signature on it, "I'm David, and I... well, I bought your breasts. Can I...?"

"Oh, sure!" Emma says, stepping aside to let him into the house. He comes inside and takes a look around.

"Nice place," he says to her.

"Thanks," she responds, before asking, "Hey, no offense, but how does a kid... er, guy your age have the $15,000 to buy my breasts?"

"My dad's the one who paid for them," David explains, "It's my 18th birthday today, so he took me down to the agency and let me pick whatever I wanted that was under twenty grand."

"Oh, that's nice of him," Emma says politely. Great, a spoiled rich kid.

"Yeah, I guess," he says with a shrug, before turning to her and saying, "Okay, take it off."

"Huh?"

"Your top," he says, "Bra too. I want to see my new tits."

"Um... alright," she relents. She pulls her shirt off over her head and tosses it aside, then undoes the clasp of her bra to let it drop to the floor, freeing her creamy white breasts to the open air.

"Oh yes," David says to himself, walking forward and immediately putting his hands on her chest. Emma yelps at the feeling of his hands pawing at her... 'his' boobs.

"These tits are fantastic," he says, running his fingers along the underside of her left breasts.

"Thanks," Emma stammers, "But, um, can you try not to call them that?"

"They're my tits, I can call them what I want," David retorts, his prior nervousness apparently being banished by the pair of large boobs in his hands. He moves to tease her nipples as he continues speaking, "Oh, these are just perfect! I hope they get hard easily."

"S-Sometimes they do," Emma stammers, feeling her nipples stiffen under his stimulation. She was so happy her fiance wasn't home to see her being degraded like this, especially since her boobs had always been sensitive to stimulation.

"Well, I have three whole months to figure that out, I suppose," David says, "Now, I think it's time I lay down some ground rules for my new breasts."

Emma gulps as David runs his right hand down into her cleavage, "Although... maybe I can have a bit of fun first. The wait is killing me."