It was rough growing up. Then when I became a horny little bastard of a teenager- it sucked to be in school and to be hard because EVERYONE could tell... I would try to tell people that I had a third leg- somehow that would be more acceptable. I tried taking it out one day and putting a shoe on it but I was sent home. That afternoon, ashamed and sick of my preDICKament- I took out my father's hatchet. There I was, standing in the middle of my grandmother's room in front of her giant, ornate. Apnay husband ki carelessness ki baat per wo rona shuru ho gai. Ma ney hosla detay huay us k shoulder per haath rakha tu wo mujh se lipat kar ronay lagi.ma usay apnay se alag karnay laga tu us ki bazoo ki jaga galti se us ka left boob meray haath mein aa gaya.Lakin us ney mind nahi kiya aur ignor kar diya.Phir thori der baad wo ghar chali gai.kuch din he guzray they k us ney bataya k us k ghar walay 1 week k liye out of city ja rahay hain ghar mein sirf wo aur us k husband hoon gey jo raat 10pm. "There will probably be a letter waiting for you when you get home," he said,"But I can inform you now that all your hard work has paid off. Your degree from the Open University and the fact that you came out second top of the sergeant's course has probably speeded up your promotion. As of Monday, you will be detective sergeant Victoria Brown. Congratulations, I am delighted for you."He stood up to shake her hand and saw she looked anything but delighted."What's wrong?" He asked her."Does that. My thoughts cirkled around the guy rubbing my nipples and how good that felt. I was totally confused and started to look after it on google, but could not really find something new about it. I just found sites which I allready knew and which I allready had visited much often. I was not sure what that all was meaning. The next days I started to wear the clamps at home, when my parents were not present. I started to like it really much how they "bit" my nipples and remarked how the pain increased.