Touching famous tits

He looks jittery, like he's building up the courage to do something. You would roll your eyes if you could, because of absurd this all is. It's not like he's gonna ask you permission anyways, so he might as well just get it over it.

"Your tits look even better than in the pictures." His eyes have moved on from your pretty face, and he is now ogling your considerable chest. His hands slowly move up, and then they land right on your boobs.

"I can't believe I'm touching famous tits!" He whispers excitedly. He fondles you with a huge smile, like this is the best day of his life.

His hands slither beneath your shirt, rubbing your skin directly, going for your thick nipples. He's tweaking them, twisting and turning the sensitive nubs like someone who has obviously never touched tits before.

"Miss Miller..." he moans while lowering his head towards yours. "I love you." And then he kisses you.

You want to tell him that this is lust, not love, and that if he truly loved you he would help you escape. But you can't. So you just wait while he continues to fondle your chest and kiss you.

When he's done having his fun, he picks up the **** and starts preparing the concoction that will keep you in this **** state for another day.

After injecting you the sedative, he gives you a kiss on the forehead, and then leaves.