Sorry, white meat, we’re going to take a piece out of you. We normally don’t get such fine pieces of ass coming through here.”The five of them e...circled her and closed in. The two coming in from behind her grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, causing to throw her chest out, emphasizing her tits and cleavage. “Look boys! She even dressed slutty for us.” The leader pulled out of blade and pressed it against her blouse and with a flick of his wrists cut the couple of buttons that were. But an alarming amount were invitations to the dance by guys who's names weren't familiar, which meant either upper classmen or lower classmen. Apparently not everyone had worked the shiny new toy syndrome out of their systems.We made large valentines in Art and wrote poetry in Creative Writing, read famous love poems in English III and joined together in Home Ec to make chocolates. Everywhere there was pink and red, hearts and lace and cupids. Then there was me, the one girl in school who. "Not your fault. I'm just sorry you got suckedinto this club of nasty bitches! The only reason I joined myself wasbecause I was bored." She shrugged. "You probably know I'm in love withmy brother-in-law John, (Susan's hubby), and I never really believed itcould actually happen. I felt a little sorry for myself. I'm trapped ina loveless marriage to someone who looks at me and my money as apolitical asset, my sister-in-law treats me like dirt, and my onlyfriends are the other women in the club!. She followed my example and touched her cute breasts. I know I had to do something to lead this any further. I turned to a little towards her and slowly raised my hand. I didn't want to be to aggressive and let her know what I was going to do. So I slowly got closer to her breasts with my hand and touched them. Her nipples were as hard as mine must've been at that moment. She closed her eyes and began to quietly moan as I moved my hand over her chest. And what a lovely chest it was....mhhhh. At.