We went to church every Sunday, I went to youth group once a week, bible study once a week, and went to a young women's group every other week. It was...just part of who I was, and I never questioned it. I enjoyed taking part in all of these activities with my peers, and I was a very good girl. I only started to question things when I turned 16 and the talk between all of the girls was only about marriage and c***dren. They all had exactly the same plan: Graduate high school, go to college, meet. Sometimes only one of us would be able to attend depending on whose office work permitted. Right through Nursery to Higher Kg, Rohan had teachers who were either in their 50s, semi grand mom types or those typical school teachers. Fat, stout and ugly to say the least. But those meetings concentrated on the child’s studies, habits, activities etc. rather than teachers’ looks. In fact I never really gave a thought to the looks of his teachers until i met his 1st Standard Class teacher.Her name. When Master saw me in it he said it needed a couple more things. He bound my breast tightly so they stood straight out and put a ring gag in my mouth. Now I was a fuck toy, even when walking around. My breast were so tightly bound they were a nice dark purple when we got to the party. Master led me to the play room by a leash hooked to nipple clamps. He stopped me just outside the door and had me bend over with my ass to the crowd. He called out to get people's attention as he started fucking. She just has to get used to it. I'll go slow." No she won't. Don't make me come up there." She'll be fine. Tell your husband Gina." Don't move for a while then Don... let me get used to you... it's so huge... let me take it on my own." How much of his cock is inside you Gina?" Oohhh honey it's barely inside... just the head. I don't think I'll ever fit that monster in me." Nobody spoke for quite a while, but we all heard her groans and grunts and they sounded like pain noises to me. I almost.