As Leo was getting his face all sticky with pussy juice, Wendy was being taught her day school lessions by old Tom. (Can you think of a better way to start the day?)

After an instructive game of 'lick up the spendings on the floor', Tom inspected Wendys puny exchuses for tits.

"Woman you're plumb disgusting. You growed a find full ass." he said with a firm pat to the s,ooth reddened flesh in question, " One that takes a firm dicking and give good resonance with my belt, but then you come up with those . those . misquoto bites you have here for tits." Tom grabbed the left nipple and attempted to shake the hole chest with such a little handle.

"Where was you hidding when the tittie ferry come to your house, when you was a little gal?" Tom demanded.

Wendy had neve been soo berated. (Well lets say it ran away from her family.) She could only kneel there, hopping Tom didn't tear off her aching nipple with tears in her eyes.

"I won't have it. I see no way out of this slacking on your part. You're going to get a boob job." Tom informed his snivling charge as he held a firm grip on her left nipple.

"I seeded just the thing in a magazine the other day. Bitch had a horse shew sowed into the underside of where their should be tittie and then her owner had her pumped up to something decent. Now don't that sound like a Winner?" Tom demanded.

The twisting of her precious nub convinced Wendy that the correct answer, hell the only answer was "YES SIR!"

"Come on lets go to a tittie store I know of." Tom ordered as he 'helped' her up to a standing position by his patented nipple pull and twist.

Tom snapped a couple of spring loaded paper clips on her distended nipples and lead Wendy up the basement stairs.

When the pair emerged from the stairs they observed a black woman leading Wendy's husband by a ball leash toward the front door.

Leo, seeing his wife in tears, shouted. "Wait what's going on. Wendy where are you going. AAAAAAA"

A gerk on the ball leash stifled further comment from a subdued Leo but Wendy answered him as he disappeared out the door.

"They're going to give me a boob job. "

Tom lead a sobbing Wendy to her house and took her to their bedroom. It was a mess from the previous days anticks, so Tom had her straighten up some what.

"Now let me see. I should take you just as you are. Saves time if'n I don't have to do much dressing and stripping of bitches. They's all ways soo much trouble. but we don't get you arrested do we?" Tom pondered.

He looked in the closet and found just the thing. He fastened Wendy's hands, with a cable tie, in her lap and then drapped a long black rain coat of Leo,s' over her sholders. Buttened it up and vola. a covering made for the nude.

One which would not be too much trouble to remove at the tittie store. He buttoned the coat up leaving the paper clip leash protruding through the button flap.

"You give me any trouble and I'll just snap them pink nubs off completely. Probally should anyway. give Gunther more freedome to work his tittie growing majic without no limits." Tom informed her as he pulled up the slack in the now mostly consealed leash.

"NO! Please don't. I'll be good. I promise. " Wendy sobbed. She was covered but the thin covering was soo fragile.

"Well it's against my better judgement. but Ok for now." Tom begrudgingly conseeded. "Now where it the chcekbook bitch."

"Checkbook?" Wendy repeated.

"Cource. You dont think I', going to pay for your slacking off, DO YOU? Now where does he keep it."

"Over there in the desk." Wendy answered.

Tom took the book and looked at the balance.

"Shit! Your fucking needle dick husband hasn't got enough to do you up right. Well I guess you're going to have to suck up a lot of cum for the rest. I know Gunther'll let you work it out in trade."

Tom turned about and jerked the lead forcing a sobbing new apprentismouth whore to the 'Tittie Store'.

"Wait a minute. Ass hole. You're not going to the 'Tittie Store' without me!" Francis demanded as they were about to enter the van.

"Why last one you had done couldn't hardly stand up. You men. Give ya a gal to make over and you fools get carried away. Honestly I don't know what you men like soo much with titties. Must be tittie envy." Francis observed. "Gunther just as bad as you. Tell him put on a couple of pounds and he'll add a ton."

"AW Francis. So we got a little carried away. a couple of times."