He moved his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking softly. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, my breasts tumbling out. Mr. Tai pulled me to him...again, kissing me and pulling his unbuttoned shirt off and behind him. My breasts pushed against his bare chest as he picked me up again, laying me down on the floor. His lips traced down my neck and then licked across my breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth and gently sucking. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to see these? Kiss them and. Aur maine bhi thaan li ki aaj jo b ho isko chode bagir yaha se nai jaane dung usne aap ni top to hatali meri kasam pe bt mujhe to uski boobs dekhni thi usko kaise hata tha tab mere dimaag me ek idea aaya aur usko mere badanPe lete hue usko khudpe litaya aur aapne do hath uske peet ke piche le jaate hove uski bra ka clip khol diya usko pata bhi nai chala ki kab mai ne wo clip hata li aur usko mere bagal me lita te hove uske boobs ko bra pe se hi muh me liya.Aur ek boob ko bra ke under se hi. The problem I got is these ads that they show these days. Girls who are all boobs and butt and nothing between. Men have been brainwashed into the idea that girls like me aren’t what they want to be seen with and I suffered all through high school because of it. Not that they didn’t look. And I gave them plenty to see believe me, short skirts, low cut shirts, and I always wore the sexiest underwear I can find. They liked to look, let me tell you. And it just wasn’t boys who looked, I had a lot. The following week though, her time-keeping was much improved, and slowly I began to think I'm winning. She'd temporarily arranged for her parents to help with the k**s, while she found a more permanent solution and slowly our own relations improved. Which brings us up to this week, where finally I feel like we’re getting somewhere. Perhaps the feeling's mutual, when on Friday afternoon she comes in with two mugs of tea and a conciliatory look on her face. She sits on my desk, legs tight.