"Yeahhhh!" he said. "That's great. Now the bra."

"Oh no, please not that, please!" gasped Sammy, covering her tit with her hands.

"Sure," said Jack. "I can always put you back over the bar."

That threat was more than enough. Her hands were almost out of control as she unclipped the bra and held it over her swelling tits for a moment before she let it drop.

"Ohhhh yeah! Fuck me!" said Jack in wonder. "Hold them, play with them! Go on!"

He picked up the cane, and Sammy didn't hesitate. She reached up to her wonderful tits and held them. Both sisters had tits that drove men crazy. Sammy's were a little bigger than Amanda's, but both pairs stood out from their bodies, needing no support at all. The bras they wore were to tease their victims, nothing else.

As Jack stared at her, Sammy played with her tits, rubbing them, running her nipples between her fingers. It wasn't so bad. She did this a lot of times; torturing the wimps who crouched at her feet, chained down and unable to put their hands on her tits. She would make them beat off as she let them stare, then whip them for getting cum on her stone floor.

Now it was dreadfully different, but she couldn't stop. With only her panties left, she played with her tits until Jack nodded and told her to stop.

"Now, go over to your sister," he said.

Something told Sammy that things were about to get a lot worse. She shuffled over, dragging the chain across the floor. Jack got up and came over with her.

"Now, undo the top of her dress," he ordered.

It was unreal. Neither of the sisters could believe it as Sammy reached up and unclipped the top of Amanda's short dress. Silently she begged forgiveness of Amanda as she watched the dress drop open, revealing Amanda's tiny bra.