" The Nevins girl? She's quite a tomboy..." Not tremendous looking, either, as Jean remembered. A scrawny redhead who dressed in boys' clothes -- Jean...remembered her from several years before, when the division between male and female was primarily an issue of childish silliness. She'd been a partner for intellectual pursuits, at that point, and the female thing had been largely ignored, since she'd basically presented herself as one of the boys. That had been pre-puberty, though -- Darla Jean. We’re just a upper-middle class family from Malaysia. We live as a joint family. Premila is about 40 years old as I am typing this. She has the most ravishing body. It’s a blasphemy to compare her to any actresses, just because they are too plastic or too fit. Premila is a woman. She has curves in all the right places, which soon I would explore. she has a pair of milky and voluptuous breasts that’s constantly trying hard to stay in place. Her complexion is dark, in the mid-ranges. Shoulder. " She sounded so businesslike - working against the clock, he supposed. He complied, and heard and felt a click, linking the wrist cuffs together. "Ankles next, but this time they go apart. Spread 'em," she giggled a bit with that command, and he felt his cheeks warm as he complied. Something was being fastened to the ankle cuffs, and it was forcing his legs even wider apart than he had moved them himself. He figured it was some kind of bar or dowel, as he could feel that it was secured between. He could get by with B's doing nothing in school but the homework, and get an infrequent BJ from girls by showing up at a party with his teammates, but he couldn't shrug off the lethargy to do more most of the time. He felt about his cock like characters in a movie who'd stolen a bunch of gold or artwork--he had something valuable but no way to move it. His attitude, though he'd deny it, came from living in a home dominated by strong females. His mother and father had divorced about five years.