"I like it!" She stood and left the room; when she returned, some time later, it was with a leather jacket and trousers and a helmet. "These were my m...ther's," she said soberly, "Dad never got rid of them. The stuff she was wearing when she died was ruined, of course ... The helmet is probably past its use-by date, but it will satisfy the letter of the law..." Can you do 'biker chick'?" I raised an eyebrow in query.She seemed to blur momentarily, then ... without altering her basic features,. And it only hurt the first time. 'Uncle George', the latest in her string, was sitting at the kitchen table when I woke up one morning. Mom had gone off to an early appointment and my brother was already away at college. I was wearing a chaste nightgown, opaque to the eye, dull cotton."My, aren't you a pretty little thing?"Fuck no; I wasn't pretty by a long shot. I was little (I'm barely five foot now); I still had braces on my teeth. My tits at fourteen were the same as they are now, the same. He didn't bother with attaching chains like the others had. No, he attached his selected weights right to the rings themselves by means of the small hooks at the ends of them. Having observed other weights being used throughout the night I was still amazed at how large they appeared. And he didn't stop at one per boobie either.Set one managed to pull her up pointing nipples straight out. Set two pulled them down. Set three almost folded them in half as I watched with unbelieving eyes. Then he. My cock is a goner for the present.”“Oh, so it’s my fud’s fault that your dick is sore.”“No, I’m just moaning. You’ve given me so much joy today that I’m worried we’ll never match it again.”“I have the same concern but trying to equal it is going to be fun.”“I’m glad that I satisfied you, but I also learned a valuable lesson today. I need to have better control over myself. It’d be all too easy for lust to take over and lead to harm.” “You’re Mum would be proud of your prudence, and I’m glad.