Kathy spun Carol around getting a full unobstructed view of Carol’s little tennis ball tits. Sagging down looking even smaller. “Oh my…” Kathy said. “Look at those little things. And you’re a mom? I guess we know what happened to the father hahaha.”
“P-please,” Carol sobbed. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Kathy smirked. “How humiliating would it be for everyone to know that Miss Carol Weaver not only has a Beaver cootchie but also the smallest tits in the neighborhood.”
Carol whimpered. “P-please. I-I’ll die.”
“Get those hands behind your head,” Kathy said.
Carol obeyed whimpering her legs shaking as Kathy gazed at her naked body. Kathy then pulled out her phone and took another picture. Kathy laughed. “Now you’re really mine to play with. You better be on your best behavior. Whatever I want. Whenever I want.”
Carol gulped and nodded.
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