"What are you wearing?" she asked. God my sister looked completely different from the person she was in America. In America, not only was she tan, but...got really skinny (probably too skinny). Now she was starting to fill out, and her muscles were toned and looked like she exercised a lot, like the rest of us. It was really weird for me, having my little sister on the squad."No idea." I continued to flip and then added, "And Pete isn't being any help."She nodded. And then came into my closet,. The large room filled with medical equipment, the large airy windows. He remembered. This was his father's clinic. He saw in the mirror on the ceiling a small figure covered in bandages around it's head. Laying on a bed nearby. The figure appeared to be looking at him. Apparently he was not alone in the clinic. David tried to sit up. He found that he couldn't. He was unable to feel anything. Even trying to move his head was difficult. "Why was he here?" then he remembered vaguely the. The weights are not enough to stretch your tits, but, when they swing, they will tug at your nipples nicely.I am wearing a button-down shirt and slacks ("Nice Pants!" for no stains). Though I'm not wearing a tie or anything formal, my mode of dress might lead one to wonder if I was going to work, to meet company, or to a business lunch.You lie across my lap, being careful to avoid having the nipple clamp chain rub too much on my legs, or worse, to catch on anything. I let my left hand wander. "I've got a surprise for you," Karen's eyes twinkled. "Don't go away."She was back very quickly, carrying a bag, out of which, she extracted awaist nipper."This will help reduce your waist a little, you know you'll have to weara corset almost full time as Jasmine?" Karen fastened the contraption."It will also make your dresses fit better." It's a bit tight, Karen," I wheezed."A corset will probably be tighter in the beginning, at least until youget used to one. Don't worry; when you wear one,.