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'Fine, it's her tits.'

Rachel smiles. 'I know. Great, aren't they? And real too.' She cups her step-mother's breast in her hand, squeezing gently through the fabric of the cape. 'She's not a slut. You can say that for her, at least. She never flaunts them or anything. But with tits like that, that's all people can look at.'

You tear your eyes away and go back to cutting. Rachel ducks under the cape, hidden from view. You ignore her. You just want this to be over now. You cut away at the blonde strands with urgency.

Rachel emerges from under the cape. She's smiling again. 'Are you done?'

'I just need to do the front.'

'Excellent!' Rachel says. 'Then I have one more little thing for you to do.'

'I'm not doing any more,' you say angrily.

'If you do it you don't have to do Charlotte,' Rachel says. You pause. That would be great. One less thing for the blonde to be angry about. But you sense that Rachel's little thing won't be so simple. 'What?' you ask suspiciously. Rachel smiles and pulls at the cape around Evelyn's neck. It comes away easily. You gasp.

The soft white D cups lie naked on her chest. Her shirt hangs unbuttoned by her side and her bra is unfastened from the front, leaving it gaping. Her nipples harden in the cool air. Your excitement reaches new heights. They're even better than you imagined.

'Fuck them,' Rachel says. You look at her in horror. She smiles. 'Go on, I know you want to. Fuck her tits and you don't have to cut Charlotte's hair.'


Well? What are you waiting for?

You're not going to go that far

She must be out of her mind! Break off the deal

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