Pull up her shirt and play with her tits!

“You really got me in a lot of trouble, with my boss! I don’t think I deserved what I got. Most women like having men look at their tits."he laughed. "For all the punishment I got, you’d think I did more than just look at them". he continued. "So I guess I might as well make the punishment fit the crime!”

"Can I play with your tits. Liz?" he smirked. Shaking her head, violently she yelled “NO!” Smiling down at her Brian said, “Well, from looking at them I can see your nipples are hard. So, either you’re lying and getting excited,” he smirked, “Or it’s cold in here!” Suddenly, her cheeks blushed red with embarassment, as she looked down and noticed her nipples showing through her shirt.

Then, moving his hand downward, he rubbed his hand gently across her left breast, watching for her reaction. When his hand made contact with it she closed her eyes and whispered, “Please, don’t do that. I’m sorry I got you in trouble. I'll talk to your boss and tell him that I overreacted.” “Too late for apologies now, baby”, he said.

He then began rubbing her breasts, with both hands, through her shirt. As his hands massaged them, kneading them like fist sized balls of bread dough, she shrieked “PLEASE! STOP THAT!

Ignoring her, he grabbed the front of her shirt with one hand and yanked upward on it, until the front hem pulled free of the waistband of her skirt. “Time to get down to business,” he said. Then, lifting the shirt up, Brian pulled on it until he had revealed her bra, beneath it. Then, bunching the shirt up around her neck, he pulled open the front of her blazer and slipped a finger under the front of her bra.

Pulling upward, the elastic straps stretched outward, allowing him to easily flip the front of her bra upward to expose her small, but perfectly shaped breasts. Pushing the bra up to her neck, he paused and smiled down at her. “Wow! Nice tits!" he smirked. they were just like he had imagined, that afternoon when he got to glance down the front of her blouse. They weren't huge, but they were firm and would fit nicely in his hands, or mouth, he thoughht. "I’ll bet your husband likes playing with these" he taunted. At the mention of her husband, Liz closed her eyes and winced, pleading, “Please, don’t do this!”

Smiling down at her, he began to roll her nipples in between his fingers. As he did, he remarked “I’ll bet your husband likes sucking on these, doesn’t he?” Without waiting for her reply, he continued, “And I’ll bet you like having him do it, don’t you?” She didn’t answer. “You do, don’t you?” he asked again. Still no answer. “C’mon baby, I’m just trying to get a simple answer.” he said. “Tell me if you like it when your husband sucks your tits.” Again, no answer. Squeezing her nipples, harder, he pulled on them until she yelled, “OW! You’re hurting me!” “Okay! I’ll stop” he said as soon as you answer my question. Do you like it when your husband sucks on your tits?”

Liz didn't know how she should answer his question. She didn't want his mouth on her breasts and just wanted him to leave her alone so she could go home to her husband and daughters. She was afraid to answer either way. If she answered "Yes", she new he would suck her breasts. On the other hand, if she answered "No", he'd probably do it anyway, but then he might hurt her. She didn't know what she should say.

As Brian continued to pull and pinch her nipples, causing her to gasp in pain with each pull, Liz struggled to find the right way to answer his question.