“ Mrs Shilton will expect you at eight o’clock. Please do not be late. It is one extra stroke for every minute you are late. That is the rule she ...ets.” “Oh dear, erm, I mean, yes, of course.” Mrs Carson was shocked by the implication, so fully intended getting there on time. Elizabeth said her good-byes to Charlotte, and left the office. Charlotte sat there alone thinking how lucky Mrs Carson had been. She had been disciplined by her boss. Charlotte told herself she really did need to pluck. Especially with someone who tried to take it from me. I find it interesting she can hold a grudge that long. She finds me boring. I suppose some people could call me plain. Fifteen years old, brown hair and eyes. I tan naturally a bit. Sometimes I just stay slightly pale. I'm a random person. Still have child-like features, mostly my face. I have a nice ass, though. Been told so. I'm not fat, not a pole either. Men and boys love to grab me. Especially my boobs. Probably my greatest asset. 38D.. With a grin she said “ Well I bet your girlfriend’s happy to have you.” I laughed and responded “ Thank you, but I actually don’t have a girlfriend.” She acted surprised and asked if I was serious. I said I was, I felt good about her complements. I turned down her long and rocky driveway, the car bounced as it traveled towards Megan’s house. I glimpsed over at her chest and watched her boobs bounce all around. I looked up at her face, she was looking forward but she had a wide grin on her face;. My hand wraps around it, the fingers unable to encircle the whole girth. I moan into his mouth, melting into his hands as I stroke the thickness, imagining how it will feel inside me. Our kiss breaks, and I look lustily into his piercing blue eyes. He looks back, lost in the light hazel of mine. I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down his legs. My mouth hangs open as his full size emerges. As the shorts descend and fall beyond his concealed length, his hardness springs loose. It bobs and.