June’s P.O.V
Everywhere I went, I attracted attention. I liked that, and I didn’t care if people knew me as a prick teaser. My well-formed large boobs were firm and turned up at their points, peaked by wide, thick, puffy n*****s. I exploited my s****l beauty at every opportunity, wearing sheer, skin-coloured low-cut bras that showed deep cleavage and blouses that didn’t hide a thing. I hoped that one day a professional photographer would discover me and put me on the road to fame and fortune.
By nature, I thrived on teasing men with my natural beauty and provocative dress style, so I felt good about being a bit naughty now that my boss was convinced the old physiotherapist I was seeing that night about my crook knee wasn’t a dirty old perv after all. Sir, as I called him, had insisted on
