.."Umm, umm, I need the other girls as well," I say, barely suppressingmy sense of panic."Okay..." Miss Fullerton says, obviously getting impatient wi...h mydelay. "Whatever it is, I hope it's important, I told my friends I'dmeet them straight after class." It- it is," I stammer. "It's, um, about me..." I breathe a sigh ofrelief as Laura, freshly changed back into the skirt and top she woreto the studio, runs up to me and gives my arm a tight cuddle. The otherfive girls follow in quick. Do you know what I mean? Well if you wanted to buy sets, the briefs seemed to be bigger and the bra was not always that interesting. It still looks nice but it’s the 1950’s or 1960’s kind of look. I remember watching my mom get ready to go out with dad and the underwear she wore always looked so grown up and sexy, you can’t get that anymore.” Everyone was nodding and agreeing with her. “When I got to sixteen/seventeen and my shape developed I didn’t think that was too flattering to me. I wanted. Some of the women we heard from said that they even made their men watch them have sex with other men (or women), but I didn't think I could ever do that myself. Some souls were braver than I.I kept getting him hard, bringing him almost to orgasm, then slowing down and switching to other tortures. Torture didn't have to be pain infliction either; you could tickle his chest with a feather. Or you could caress under his testicles. Or suck his nipples. All of these sensitive spots made him. Completely shocked, I struggled and yelled to no avail. When I calm down she begins tracing my cock through my pajamas. “What’s a girl to do? You two have been tormenting me all week with your displays, so I need to take matters into my own hands” she said.She gave me the same devious look her sister does when wants sex. Their resemblance was uncanny I struggled some more and told her she was crazy and that I would be late for work. None of this mattered to her. I told her I would tell.