On To Her Tits!

"Okay on to the breast section. Would you please take off your bra and tell me about your breasts."

Kat took a shuddering breath and unclasped her bra. Her tits were just about what Jeff expected. Well formed with a medium sized areola with nice eraser stub nipples. They had a nice shape to them and they looked perky. Its just, they were small. _Well she is a small girl. _Jeff thought. To her credit, Kat's boobs fit her frame nicely. It is true that all boobs are good boobs, but Jeff liked them...well, bigger. _I could **** her to get a boob job. _Jeff thought idly. Suddenly noticing Kat's face turning a shade redder Jeff snapped out of his thoughts and stopped leering at Kat's tits.

"Okay so tell me about your boobs while I examine them." Jeff said.

The normally bubbly girl started in a quiet voice "Well they are B cups but barely. I was a late bloomer and have always been insecure about my boobs. All the other girls in the locker room would be wearing bras and had would complain about how it hurt to go down stairs or how they wished boys would look at their face instead of their boobs. When ever I asked what they were talking about they'd tell me that it wasn't a conversation for 'flat little girls such as you.' They called me 'flat kat.' One day in 10th grade after swim class one of the other girls accused me of being a child and not a teen even though we had been in class together since kindergarten. She said that she never saw me take a skip day because of my period nor could she see any body hair on my body. All of that plus I was short and had no chest led her to accuse me of being a child. When I was changing out of my swimsuit they pulled my towel away and pinned me against the wall. They were genuinely surprised to see that I had hair down there. Anyway, my boobs did finally grow in but they were pretty small. Even though I finally grew boobs most boys didn't pay attention to me and I felt inferior because of them.

While Kat was talking about her boobs. Jeff was going to town on them. The FBI training gave him a lot of latitude in his data collection. He could do a simple visual inspection or he could get a bit more hands on. Intending to **** his power to the fullest extent Jeff did the whole nine yards. He squeezed, he kneaded, he jiggled, he pinched, he licked, he hit, and just for fun he smushed his face into them. The last think he wanted to do was suck on them.

"...and because of this self consciousness I only let a boy touch them when I was seventee-aaaaah aaah ah" Kat moaned.

"Oh? Does that feel good?"

"uh huh" Kat said breathlessly

"Well then," Jeff said with a devilish grin. "Which feels better? A or B?" Jeff set to work sucking and biting with various levels of intensity.

"B!" Kat moaned

Taking this as his queue Jeff started to go to town on Kat's tiny tits.

"Y-you make me feel so good!" Kat gushed, "No one has ever paid this amount of attention to my tits."

Before long Kat started bucking and squirming. Looking down Jeff saw that she was now thoroughly wet.