She was dressed in a black leather body suit with her breasts hanging out and her crotch on display. She wore long black studded gloves. I watched as ...he went to the wall and took down a whip. She swung it through the air. The cracking sound filled me with fear. She came over to me and gently stroked my body with the whip. She took a few steps away from me and swung the whip through the air. I watched in disbelief as the whip flew through the air, struck my stomach and wrapped around my body. I. The bulky dresses did afford me one advantage, hiding my body. I was never proud of how I progress physically faster than girls my age, I was 13 and already a size 32E breasts, having to wear an ugly off-white bra, but again, it's all my grandmother could afford. At age 10 my breasts budded, by age 11 I was already wearing a cheap training bra and by 12 I was 38C.I never made many friends at school, mostly being shunned and insulted, being called fat because of my ugly dresses. Part of me hurt,. I had a feeling that wouldn't end well. No man liked to hear his woman cheated on him, even when he was about to have a eighteen-year-old suck on his cock.“Yes,” I said instead.He smiled, his eyes flicking down to my bodice. The dress was tight, my breasts swelling the front. I was already bigger than my mother. Nice, round double D's, the envy of all the girls at school. And it was clear he appreciated them.“You've really turned into a strumpet,” he said. “I've noticed the way you've grown,. My adorablesister.***After coffee I asked Nikkie what she wanted to do next.“Let’s go look at the bay,” she said. “The waterfrontis so beautiful at sunset.”It was getting close to sunset, and she was right;Friday Bay in the twilight was a remarkable visualtreat. We walked again, back down Fourth Street, pastthe theatre and to the next block, turned onto CanalStreet and walked two more blocks down to the parkoverlooking the bay. We strolled along the.