My Ami re-threaded the nipple clamp chains up through the D rings, so that my breasts could still move independently.The magnetic bracelets held my ar...s tightly behind my back as she squatted at my feet preparing my pussy.I felt, but couldn't see, a thong of some sort sliding up my thighs and then the row of beads from front to back settling between my lips.They felt so cool and strangely tingly - each time Ami breathed on my clit, a gorgeous thrill spread straight up to my nipples.I was now. She was slim and sleek looking, like someone out of a Playboy calendar. Her outfit, what there was of it, was black knit. It was two pieces with the top going from her neck stretching to just below her boobs. She had small boobs and no bra on. The bottom half of her costume started about six inches below her belly button and a very flat stomach.It stretched down over her ass. It didn't look like she was wearing any kind of underwear. When she turned around the material stretched across her. And it was driving me to distraction. It was one morning, while I was in one of the back rooms sorting through prayer mats, when she turned up again. The old heavy wooden door opened and there she was, in a flowery summer skirt and matching chemise, curves bulging, unhidden by her flowing garments. I noticed she was wearing larger earrings than before. Her lips were redder, more lurid than ever before. She wore white heels which clicked loudly as she walked and shinny nylons that shimmered in. Anything to get to drive.That very first week my brother had to be dropped off and collected at his friend Darren’s house. Darren lived in the next borough and it was quite a complicated drive if you wanted to avoid the M25 ring road. It turns out Darren only went to our school because he’d been kicked out of all the schools in his borough for being disruptive. We didn’t really know that bit at the time and my brother was allowed to go round to play.So that Saturday morning I dropped Simon off..