He faced me in his seat, pulled a 50 dollar bill out lifting it up naughtily to my eyes saying “show me those lovely pair of titties cutie, I am not...asking for so much am I?”Without thinking about it or hesitating, I pulled my lose T-shirt top, down till my tits were totally visible to his eye sight, I myself did not know how I did it like that without thinking about it, I guess it was the money? Or else he was a good looking rich man, old and wise?I pulled my shirt back up, covering my tits,. As much as I felt the need to continue, I shut my mouth and shook my head. A few minutes later the bell rang and everybody left the room except for Mr. Peirce and I. Ill be back in just a minute, Im going to use the restroom. Utilize your time and get out some homework or something to work on while Im gone. As he left the room I got out my book and started to read. When he got back he shut the door behind him (and to the lack of my knowledge at the time, locked it) and walked over to my desk.. I am not a vain person but I do not want to waste my efforts, so the first thing I do is to sort out the camera and tripod and get it all set up and at the same time start to consider what shots to take. So after several dress changes I finished with the photos, my mind drifts to my bondage session.Just a few modifications to make, My tits are quite small so I use false ones and coated with deep heat cream that gives a burning sensation to my breasts,also I have slid into an old tight dress and. ”I looked at Carlita, then at Len – Leonard Schooler, the teaching assistant. “Len, you’re getting soft...”“I prefer to think that I’ve been beaten into submission, though still I struggle...”Carlita laughed out loud. “Come, new friend,” she said. “Let us retire to a venue where we may discuss our new-found powers.”Over coffee at the ‘not-starbucks’, a locally owned coffee shop with excellent coffee cake, I got to know more about this ‘Carlita’ thing. Half an hour in, I met Brindy as.