Nice view baby. Instead of feeling embarrassed and angry I realized I was blushing not only from shame but from desire. I loved that he was looking at...my tits. He must have realized it too, because his eyes widened and he smiled, hed seen my nipples get hard. He didnt say anything else, but he kept staring until I got off at the middle school. The rest of the day I noticed changes too. The boys stared at my tits as usual and I was loving it. I was also looking at all the boys, even the teachers. .. .My phone rang startling me from my day dream. It was my friend telling me she was on her way so I went back into my bedroom and got my things ready. We were going to a place called The Dungeon, it was an underground club for avid fetishists and a hive for Dom's and Sub' s. I couldn't wait. My outfit consisted of a fitted rubber Military jacket, crotch less rubber panties, netted stockings and 6" platform dolly shoes. We would change once we got there. . "Pleasantly surprised, of course. I didn't expect the two of you were—" Here as just friends," I interrupted.My dad shot me a cold look. "Of course. I meant that you were that close of friends. Although, Nellie, you could certainly do far worse than Mr. Marchand here."His approval almost made me want to tell J.P. that the deal was off, though none of it was his fault. I bit back the urge to immediately contradict anything my dad approved of and smiled."Like Clinton Thibault?" I said. I'd tried my best to get a date with them, they always begged off and one day I found out through the rumor mill that they were involved with each other, but they still continued to lead me on. They would make little sexual comments and rub or touch me whenever no one was around, they made my cock rock hard on more than one occasion, I vowed that I would have one or both of them someday, somehow.My chance came, shortly after they'd been there a year, I happened to pass by the storage room and.