It had happened back when was playing for my high school away from at The Holiday Volleyball Tournament and I feeling pretty full of myself. The big m...tch against our school rival wasn’t going as planned. My shots just weren’t falling in after I jumped up and spiked the ball. The volleyball kept going out of bounds and causing side outs. I would get the dig, but failed to send the ball to my team mates before spiking it over the net. That meant our team was at a disadvantage because of poor. Everyone below clapped. The chef was introduced. I had no idea what he was serving but I guess the first course required milk. I am not sure if it was the chef or his assistant but I felt an experienced hand on my right breast. The hand worked my breast down to my nipple and I felt my milk stream out. He was working it just like you milk a cow or goat and there were more claps and discussion from below. I guess he got enough for course one because he let go of me. I could hear utensils. I would miss not having them. As I dried myself I wonderedwhat it would be like when they were not attached. I could still wearthem inside my bra, but I guessed it would not be quite the same.I watched myself in the mirror as I walked to and fro in bra, knickersand stockings. I realised that the weight of my boobies meant that Ipushed my shoulders a little further back to compensate; this had theeffect of thrusting my bust forward even more. And in my heels, my backwas quite arched -. "Hi," says a very pretty girl as you walk towards the door. "New here?"Slightly taken aback by her interest, you are a rather shy person after all, you try not to stutter, "Oh... oh, yes. My first day actually."Its difficult to hide the blush rising on you cheeks, she is just a bit shorter than you, long blonde hair, tan skin, perky C-cup breasts and a slim figure - the pretty girl introduced herself as Rachel Malkins, stating that she's been a student here for two years and always enjoyed.