No

She doesn't pull away as you try to slide the corset down. Bridget thinks to herself, "Jack should be seeing this.", as a rational thought tries to break through the **** fog.

Bridget has the corset tied so tight, it won't move. So you think you will have to work on Bridget, until you can get her out of it. So you move around, and stand directly behind her. You lean, and whisper into her ear, "Seeing you dressed like this, I gotta tell you. This corset shows off your very flat belly, and supports your breasts perfectly.", as you run your hands up the corset, and squeeze her tits.

You pull her tight to you, and continue fondling her tits, causing her nipples to harden as you tweak them. You take one of your hands, and run it down from her throat to the tight space between her breasts. "This top really shows off your rack. I bet it barely covers your nipples. You wanted to show Jack you could dress sexily. I bet you look better today, than you did at 18.", as you run your finger across her cleavage from side to side.

Bridget moans at your touch, and then slurs, "When I was 18, I looked the same. The only difference is, back then, Jack would have had his cock buried in my pussy by now." A shiver runs up Bridget's spine as she says this, which you feel.

"Bridget, you look like you are getting warm. This corset seems to be overheating you."

"I think you are right. I want to go get another drink, anyway. Do you think I would be showing off too much if I ditched the corset, and just wore my blouse?"

"I think you would look fine, Bridget."

"OK, will you unlace me, and promise not to look?"

"No problem", as you let go of her tits and start to loosen her ties. You work them loose, and Bridget holds the corset against herself. You keep loosening, working your way to the bottom. You realize you are between Bridget, and the table where her blouse is, so she can't just put it on.

"Do you want me to unlace this completely, or just open it up enough, so you can pull it off?"

"It was a pain to lace, so just loosen it."

"Bridget, I think it will pull off now."

You figure Bridget will ask you to pull the corset off, sliding it up over her head, while she covers her breasts. Instead, she crossed her hands over her head, and pulls it off herself.

When the bottom edge clears her tits, it bounces them nicely. You take a chance, and cross your hands across her chest, and cup her tits, noticing how heavy they feel, and have no real sag.

You must have caught her off guard. She drops the corset, and says, "What are you doing. You promised not to look."

"Bridget, I kept my promise. I didn't look. I couldn't see anything, even if I tried." as you pull her back to you, and squeeze her tits while tweaking her nipples.

"Well, for that, you can go get me another drink. Make it another double.", as she pulls away from you, turning while walking, so her back is to you.

As you get to the door, you turn, ands see Bridget putting on her blouse. By how tight the back looks, you expect it is stretched across her tits.

"Hurry up, I'm thirsty.", Bridget says as you shut the door.

You get her a double, and a bottle of beer for yourself.

As you open the door, Bridget says, "Over here."