I sat there being polite, and listening, and trying not to make any of them too uncomfortable. After all, I had barged in on their good time. As they ...ontinued to get drunker, the talk turned dirtier. The stories became more graphic, and I couldn't help but get a little turned on by everything they were saying. Then when one of the friends told some story about my sweet mother in law blowing some guy they worked with in the back of the stock room, I about spit my drink all over the place. They. They took some pliers and attached them to my small breasts and the pain of them hanging down made me scream more. When they got done this time, they opened the stock and let me off, but recuffed my hands behind me and regagged me. I could feel cum and blood dripping out of my ass, and I wished I could get the foul taste of cum out of my mouth. Before they pulled my panties up, they showed me what looked like a little penis and then I could feel as it was shoved up my ass. I tried to get it. It was that itcalled attention to her boobs, well hinted actually while trying not to bethat obvious.She started wearing bras two years ago when she was ten but she only everwore them when it was mandatory. She much preferred the girl undershirtscalled vests. I struck it from my mind as something that I could neverever have so I totally avoided the subject.Now she was almost twelve years old and had grown up size boobs, small butstill bigger than any of the girls in my class. She wore a two. .I'm sorry...it was just a bit of whimsy" I pleaded, usingher formal name."Stop! We both know that this is more than a bit of whimsy, don't we"she said as I hung my head in shame and embarrassment."I'd never noticed it before, but I caught a glimpse of your ankles asyou crossed your legs earlier. Show me your ankles now". I was totallybusted. There was nothing I could do, no escape. I felt compelled as Islowly raised my trouser legs slightly to reveal the sheer material ofmy stockings."Please.