He has, in fact, been planning something, but it would unfortunately have to wait. The photographs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive...them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A close-up view of her bound breasts, rubber bands of various sizes and colours criss-crossing. Her already-generous breasts appear even larger, swollen by the constriction of the bands. The notation on the back of the photograph reads: Instead of a spank. I squeezed my eyes shut and looked down. “Oh my God, Oh-Oh-Yes.” I whimpered a lot louder than I thought. When my orgasm was over I looked up and everyone was staring at me; Stephen with the biggest grin. I jumped up. “I’m so sorry, I’m not feeling well.” And I headed to the bathroom. I sat in the bathroom and tried to enjoy what was left of my orgasm; climaxing in front of people was by far the best experience. I removed the vibrator and stashed it back where it belonged. I checked my self in. ..A little while later, the fine model of car in a lonely corner of theparking lot stopped shaking and jostling. Loosening large, but femininehands from a slightly bent steering wheel, a husky voice filled the carwith a smouldering sigh. She smirked as a realization came to her. Along, shapely power of a leg emerged from the driver's door, amid thedangling tatters and shreds of leather that had once been a man'sexpensive business shoes. The remains collecting themselves for a momentas she. Finally, i caught her with the evidence and she confessed and tried to half heartedly apologize but then said, im too young to be tied down or married anyways. By this time, i was best friends with her parents, they thought i was the best thing to ever happen to her as she had dated several cocky, arrogant jerks before me. Her father wasnt home, but mom was, i ran to her and told her mel was cheating on me, and how hurt i was. She hugged me immedietly and the tears began to flow.Her mother then.