Your body did all the work. It seems to be coming along nicely. I see you have boobs now. Are you wearing your bra?" I said."Have you had your period ...et?" asked Kel, the way one teenage girl would excitedly ask another. "No!" said Debbie. "Stop treating me like I'm a girl!" Oh Debbie, you're so funny. Here, take that shirt off."Kelli started to pull up her gray T-shirt. You could clearly see that she was now at least a B cup. And I knew she would fill out more before she was done. But she. Alice smiled, looking around her, unwilling to start the torture of this pretty little girl until all the spectators were seated. The ladders had been removed and a device called “The Tower” had been placed in the centre of the stage. The device; was a solid column of wood, six feet tall, with restraints hanging from the top. A porcelain cock was attached to a brass slide, allowing it to be adjusted to the required height and then locked into place. The cock was curved, much like that of a. He was making her wait. She focused on the sensations. She focused on the contrast between the light strokes on her skin and her aching, throbbing cunt. The edge of the crop now was drawing lines up her belly, to her tits, where he rubbed the edge back and forth across her hard, clamped nipples. Sweet agony.She felt his lips again on her neck and then heard him whisper,“Last one.”He pulled away and she braced herself. More moments passed in agonizing silence. She could feel her pulse pounding. Mene suck krne ko bola toh nakhre dikhane lgi.Fir mene bola suck nhi kregi to ander dalne me problem hogi toh muh bnate hue usne thoda se suck kiya our bolti bas ab jyada nhi kr sakti. Mene usko lita diya our uske boobs suck kiye, choot me 2 ungli daali our ritu ko bola mera lund pakadke choot pr rakh usne waise hi kiya, mene ek stroke lgaya toh woh thoda sa hi ander gya our woh dard se chilayi, mene pyar se uske ckeeks pr hath rakha our ekdum se uske muh ko cover krke ek our stroke diya lund.