That tiny black dress hides nothing where it matters, and these heavy breasts are the only thing you will be thinking about. Kneel and stare until your eyes water, because I will make you beg to worship them, to trace every curve, to memorize the weight and the smell.
How long can you hold out before you lose your mind and start to stroke, to murmur, to promise anything for one perfect touch? Watch and learn, because I expect devotion, and I expect you to prove it.