I’m going to make them even more, firm, Alison. I’m going to bind them with this rope until they are bulging.’ He wrapped the rope under my arms...and around my breasts. It was like a bra without the cups. He pulled the rope tight. I felt the pressure in my breasts building.‘Stand up, Alison.’I straightened up. My breasts stuck out like large melons in front me. They were red and hard. Conner caressed them and I moaned as the rope made them even more sensitive than they had ever been.‘Yes, they. I pulled it loose and peeled the stretch-knit material off and over my head. I dropped in on top of my bookbag and braced for whatever Polly had in mind.She stared at my breasts like she couldn't decide if she was revolted or attracted, but whichever, she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was a look I knew very well. Many girls reacted to me that way. Usually it was right before the words, "those aren't real" came to mind, if not to mouth. In any event, they couldn't stop staring until forced to.. ‘Yes, like that . . . again!’ This time he struck her harder. He felt her shudder under him, sensed that she about to come. He paused between thrusts, but she failed to notice, as she was busy bucking and writhing against him, making up for any lack of movement on his part. John granted her one more slap.A bit harder than the others, causing her to both grunt and groan. Now he felt himself about to come, and took hold of her shoulders. He paused long enough to take a deep breath, then began. Anything worse and then you really DO sink to the offender's level. Before that point, you do not.Secondly, the "life isn't fair" comment is absolute fatalism at its worst. We don't need to make excuses for injustices. We need to correct them. We need to fight them. It is high time that people stop accepting the world fatalistically and start working to alter it dramatically. Society is a very sick, unjust place and needs considerable reformation.The best way to start is to scrap the compulsory.