“Turn around,” he said.I did slowly, one foot in front of the other, my pussytrembling, wet and warm, my jugs jiggling nicely. I’msu...e I was blushing and felt the hair on my armsrising. It is not fun to be on display.“Very nice,” he said. “You have wonderful legs.”I am almost six feet tall and have a 39-inch inseam. Imeasure 37 at the hips, 25 at the waist and 39 acrossmy tits when I take a deep breath. I weigh about 130most days and usually say 125 if. Though I can't see behind me , I can only assume that I am alone due to the fact that the only sound I can hear is the dripping of the water . I look above me , I can see a group of chains coming down from the ceiling hanging from a series of pulleys . As I try to move , I can both see and feel them swaying back and forth .The more I move the more the chains around my breast and crotch tighten , and the more the weights move that are attached to each of my sensitive areas . I can feel my body. Around 2:20 pm, she went in and called me telling no one was inside. My heart started pounding like shit. I had always been a nice and quiet student and I had a lot to lose. Anyway, I got inside. It was a lot more sanitized than boys washroom.I scanned the entire toilet quietly with my eyes. Aarti was in the last one which was unlocked. I opened and there she was, my 34-28-32 sized personal bitch. Her hair was open. She was in a cream t-shirt and blue jeans that day. As I got inside, I pinned. An older gal, maybe twice my age, but good looking. She would do. Took me home in a taxi. What a ride. Those New York cabbies drive like they were in the bumper cars at Whingding Amusement Park.Eagleton Courts. Luxury condo. Doorman. Marble lobby. Old-fashioned brass cage elevator. I had a place to lay my head for the night. Not quite a palace, but close enough.Silk hangings and velvet and jewels and cut-glass perfume atomizers. Waterford crystal and musk-scented talc. She claimed me as soon as.