Free the girls! Just not, well, you know

With the formalities out of the way, I decided to address the watermelons in the room. "So, uh, Evie," I said, "Will you take your top off, please?"

Her face lit up like I had given her a puppy. "Oh, of course, master!" Without further ado, the tight volleyball uniform shirt came off, followed quickly by an even tighter sports bra. My eyes could scarcely take in the magnificent breasts now in front of my face.

Bazoongas. Knockers. Tits. These were definitely tits. Perky, rounded, a perfect amount of bounce. And bounce they did as Evie was so delighted at pleasing her master that she did a little happy dance. I was utterly mesmerized.

"What else can I do for you, master?" she asked with palpable anticipation.