" She just stood there in her tiny pjs and beamed at him. Her beautiful breasts were barely covered by her top and Simon could clearly see her nipples...standing up through them. He felt his cock hardening and quickly shuffled out of the room and back down the stairs.Simon spent several hours watching TV but not really paying any attention to it as he had his head in biology text books. But he couldn't concentrate on work as all he could think about were Cheyenne's breasts and he let his mind. What could I have done wrong today? I count backwards through everything I've done, making sure I didn't disobey you in any way. Then, it hits me. This morning. You had instructed me to be wearing my cute pink sun dress you had bought me when you got home. You're home now, and I'm still not dressed."My dress..." I mumble. You nod, disappointment still very clear. You had bought me that dress on the condition that I wear it whenever you ask me to. It's not that I don't love the dress. The. "That's her over there playing with those other kids."Megan looked where Ed pointed and saw a small girl in a ponytail playing with a couple of other girls. She noticed the girl was very skinny and had no breasts to speak of, reminding her of how she looked at that age. After watching the girls for a moment, Megan turned back and chatted with the others.The teens finished their cold drinks and left the bar. Ed and Craig told them they would see them later and left. The girls wanted to go back. "Starting to freak me the fuck out a little." she ponders, "But I like it."Her shoulders, elbows, wrists, thighs and knees, are tied in beautiful hemp knots, to the legs of an ornate bench. Seyla rubs her stomach against the black velvet cushion of the bench to soothe her nerves. Bolted to the floor, it holds quite still as she teases her tummy and breasts with the soft fabric. The energizing response of nerve endings singing, the touch of textures on her skin, gripping stroking fingers on her.