She tried to think about the prestigious badge of honor that she would earn, yet still couldn't stop herself struggling against the restraints, and trying to close her thighs, despite the metal rod that had been placed between them to keep them well apart.Herbert walked in with his most prized possessions and blinked at the sudden applause from the audience. For a moment he thought of nothing but escaping, then he controlled his instincts and shyly acknowledged them. Alice followed him in and almost immediately the theater fell silent and she smiled as she recognized the level of control she had over these people. "Tonight, you will see Herbert give a demonstration of acupuncture, an oriental technique that, in addition to being used as a health cure, can also be used to alter the perception of pain. Please do continue Herbert."Herbert nodded and swept aside the sheet that covered the young girl, baring the child whose pale body had been arranged so that she was in perfect view of. The silk and lace cups, above average in size but paltry on Emma, flew to either side and disappeared into the assistant librarian’s armpits, while her luscious bare-nippled breasts leapt forward in a quivering, triumphant pout. Cum left Simon’s grateful, freely exposed erection at an alarming rate, a long milky line of fluid stretching high in the air, followed by another, then another, as his testicles convulsed and pumped the liquid results of his breast fetish through that rigid shaft. ‘Urgh,’ he choked, powerlessly orgasming in the face of Emma’s sexual, proudly wobbling physicality. Semen spattered onto the carpet either side of him and rained onto his face and chest in sticky strands. ‘The end!’ said Emma, and gave a low, boob-dangling curtsey before standing and coaxing the last spoonfuls of ejaculate from Simon’s helpless cock with a few brisk shoulder-shimmies. Simon panted. The blood had drained from his face. ‘Your tits, Emma,’ he wheezed. ‘They’re too much. You’re going.
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