I was happy with my reflection, a short, slender girl standing at about 5’4, with a flat tummy and 36DD boobs. My lightly curly blonde hair fell dow... over my shoulders and rested against the creamy skin of my tummy. I stepped out of the changing cubicle and saw Craig waiting for me. He stood their shocked for a minute, with his eyes wide open. I twirled for him, teasing him, and asked, ‘What do you think?’ He was wordless for a few more seconds, before half speaking half moaning out, ‘You look. There was a wrinkly old man with a walking stick who lived down my road. Often when I passed his house he’d be outside trimming his immaculate front lawn he was handsome like an old regal war hero. I would always readjust my bra in front of him – move my growing tits around inside the bra cups and tweak my nipples a little. He would always look up and smile at me when I passed; I believe he missed me when school broke up for holidays.Each evening when I arrived home I would head upstairs to my. ''''here lets put you a cute collar , dont be shy , you are a very nice young lady ,i will make you into a strong women''i watch the teen black girl get a collar and a leash''and you? you like this cute girl dont you?''i nod ''you want to kiss her nice tits for me?''she pull the teen to me, i saw the black teen i her knees tits bouncing , being offered to meand i kiss her tits ''good boy, kiss her , shes a cute girl , cute girls deserve to be treated like they are a treasure''''good boy, tell. ” Allan considered the request, “That’s it? Is the violin any good?” The manager nodded. “This time I’ll do it. The publicity won’t hurt. But don’t try this again. I can replace you if need be. So where is the birthday brat?” “Waiting down the hall. I’ll bring them in. The manager escaped out the door. He returned seconds later with a stooped graying man and a girl about ten years old. Allan made an effort to remember to smile as they shook hands and were introduced. Small talk passed back and.