Breast Inflation

You look up at me pleadingly as I tug your leash. I can see the embarrassment in your large expressive eyes as you sit there on your knees, generous rear end resting back on your heels, your pouty little mouth covered over by a strip of pink duct tape. Your hands are cuffed behind you, forcing your already extremely well-endowed breasts forward, pale cleavage bulging out of your pink PVC top.

I walk into our house through the front door.  Stepping into the living with the high, vaulted ceiling, I see you.  You stand in the middle of the room, in a sexy set of red lingerie: thigh-high stockings, a thong, a garter belt, and a bra.  Your luscious brown hair is down, flowing over your beautiful face, slender shoulders, and resting on your curvaceous breasts.  You walk up to me seductively, with a devilish look on your face.  You stand up on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around my head and kiss me passionately.  My hands instinctively

The Joker laughs madly as he strides across the floor of the large, up scale, restaurant and points the gun in his hand and fires.  The inflated sphere with a woman's head atop it begins inflating big once the green blast of light hits her and she looks around worried as the hissing fills her ears.  He laughs again, "Let's  start this party with a bang!!"  He fires two more quick shots at her, the hissing grows louder, and a loud rubber groaning fills the room. "This should be good.  Right, Har?"

Harley smiles, "Sure, Mr. J."