You tried to work your way up between Olivia's voluptuous breasts so you could see who was coming, but you found that the going was difficult; her breasts were incredibly smooth and silky, making getting a grip somewhat difficult. Finally you managed to poke your head up out of the crevice between her breasts, not at all upset with your situation, and saw Morgan Webb standing in front of you, or rather Olivia. "Hey, Olivia. What's up?" Olivia smiled, "Alright, listen, I found something today while I was walking around the studio. You're not gonna believe this." Morgan gave a quizzical look, raising one of her eyebrows, "Well, what is it?" You felt Olivia's rack bouncing up and down as she grabbed Morgan's hand and dragged back to the dressing rooms, "Come on, I'll show you."
When she finally stopped running you had shifted back down into her cleavage again, wedged deep between her soft breasts, but not deep enough. Olivia slid her hand down into her rack, gently pinching the back of your shirt and pulling you somewhat forcefully up and out of her bra. "So, what do you think? I found him wandering around looking confused like he didn't even know where he was." You heard Morgan gasp, "Wait...you mean he's...he's real?" Olivia grinned, "Yep. One-hundred percent good old-fashioned man meat. Just a little bit smaller than usual." Morgan chuckled, "Well, what are we gonna do with him? Do you think we should take him to the staff...or maybe the police?" Olivia gave a mild frown, "What, just hand him over, just like that? No. We found him, let's play with him for awhile." Morgan gave a devilish grin, "What did you, uh, have in mind?" Olivia gave a smile that sent chills up your one inch spine. "Well, how about..."