I got your report card in the mail today…. Your grades were horrible! You actually have to take English III again!” my heart dropped back down int... my chest.“Oh…. yeah that’s definitely not my subject mom….” I said, happy that she didn’t know about what had happened.“Why didn’t you tell me before Brandon?” she had a stern look on. “You are going to bed now young man! You are grounded for the rest of the week! I don’t care if it is summer break! now!”I sighed as I realized that I had lost this. For some reason things were different this year. I didn't see as many that I liked.On December 17, I was working a company party in a major office building. It was the standard rowdy crowd and I collected an average numbers of names and received an average number of gropes. One darling little number caught my eye. I knew immediately who she was and I wondered if she remembered me. She tried to be discrete as she stood in line to sit on my lap, but her eyes never left me for long."Hi, Santa,". Phir woh bina time waste kiye Manali ki right boob pe apna muh rakh diya. Aur vacuum cleaner ke tarah usse choosne laga.Nipple samet poore areola ko muh mein thoos liya, dekh ke lag raha tha poore stan ko nigal jayega. Rahul aur wild hota gaya, woh ab uski boob par apne daanto ka istemal karne laga. Manali ko pain hone lagi, par Rahul nahi ruka. Woh rakshas ban chuka tha.Mujhe yeh dekh kar Rahul ke upar bohut gussa aane laga. Soch raha tha screen ke ander ghus kar usse maaru. Main yeh scene aur. The introduction of the corset and shoes in to my daily regime at first caused me few problems. After all I had been wearing heels for a good part of every day for over two weeks and had become used to walking in them. Working in them turned out to a totally different affair and by lunchtime my legs and feet were on fire.Then my corset made its presence felt! It was with a sense of relief that I collapsed on to a chair for my low calorific lunch. Not that I would have called two pieces of.