Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7
I wasn’t a virgin though, but I was worse than
most virgins who only sought for the
opportunity before they would gladly F**K
their way out of virginity! Anyways, while I
thought all these, a rather new side of
concerns began setting in when it begun
looking like the lady costumer was starting to
take more time than anticipated. After waiting
another 5 minutes, I had to stand and begin
walking towards the cubicle.
“Bra Boy?!!” was the sudden call I got from
inside the cubicle just about four steps into
my trek. She was the one calling.
“Did she just call me ‘Brassiere Boy’?” I asked
myself, feeling totally ridiculed by the name.
“Bra Boy?! Are you there?” she was absolutely
referring to me for real, quite surprisingly
“I’m coming madam” was my response doing
well to suppress the burgeoning anger I was
already feeling
When I got to the cubicle door, I swung it
open, but lo and behold, I was greeted with
yet another neck-breaker! My woman-
costumer was backing me and bent over the
chair at the corner – probably in an attempt
to sort the brassieres that were piled on there
(she was now putting on one of ours) – and
this brought her huge p@nty-covered
butt0ckz right in my face! Given she was bent
over, the butt0ckz looked much more rounder
and bulkier! And her butt0ckz cheeks
seductively ‘overflowed’ from under the p@nty
straps! The view was just awesome and was
good enough to melt all my earlier anger
away! And it brought me instant hard-on
before I knew it! She began speaking on
noticing my presence.
