"I want.....", Damon said before turning his attention to Madame Illusia's breasts. "What is it you want, Damon?", asked Madame Illusia while making hand gestures that seemed to be pointing at her breasts, though no one but Madame knew for sure. Damon just stood there, mouth agape making Monica angry. "Hey Damon, you perv! She's NOT your girlfriend!", Monica said in a halfway shout. Madame Illusia replied to Monica, "Shhhh. He's only mesmerized by breasts. It's not his fault." "You BITCH!!! That's MY boyfriend. How DARE you......". Monica never got to finish her sentence. With a wave of her hand, Madame Illusia had turned Monica into a mannequin. She didn't really want to do that, but she needed to shut Monica up some how. She'd have to deal with Monica later. After all, Monica was a liability and when Madame Illusia was done with Damon, she needed to "mop up" the mess that Monica left behind in order to prevent future trouble. She didn't want Monica to stay a mannequin forever, though. Turning her attention back to Damon, Madame Illusia slowly removed her top and bra for him to see and exposed her large breasts. She had started to kneed them and play with her nipples while poor Damon only stood there staring at her breasts and as he drooled. Madame Illusia continued to kneed her breasts and massage her nipples. Finally, she pinched her nipple allowing small droplets of milk to leak out of her breasts and hit her stomach and then drip onto the stage floor. Speaking to Damon, she asked, "Damon, do you like my breasts?" Damon couldn't say anything but stare and drool. Madame Illusia had him right where she wanted him. The crowd stayed quiet. Most of the audience was perplexed at what would happen next.
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