I welcome comments (and suggestions for future chapters!) so please feel free to email me – kace.lee at gmail. Thanks! Kacey.MY LIFE AS A FETISH MOD...LMy name is Christine Lee, and this the story of my life as a fetish model.Coming out of school as an 18 year-old was a liberating feeling, and it wasn’t long before I had to move away from home to go to college. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to study – my grades in school were pretty good, but I had no idea exactly what it was that I wanted. "I mean I couldn't move in with the termites. They'd run me out eventually. Personally I think a new place could be built. If I were to move here that is." He said then turned to look at her expression. Her mouth was open and she blinked her eyes when he smiled."You'd move down here?" she finally managed to ask trailing off with a squeak."I could move down here. I can't imagine not being with you right now. Besides my sister, there's nothing to keep in North Carolina. I stayed because I. “Just think about it,” I said before she could respond in full, “I know it’s big. But I wanted to let you know of my interest, so take your time, okay?”She kissed my jaw before laying back down next to me, “I will. Thank you, Richard.”We fell asleep as the last rays of sunlight disappeared past the horizon.Six days later was Friday, and I got home from my last meeting to find the lights turned low and ambient, with soft, suggestive music emanating from the direction of the bedroom. Dropping my. Her breasts were tiny…not much more than an A-cup.I said, “They are small.”Brenda lowered her T-shirt with a huff and said, “I said mine were nicer, not bigger.”I knew that I had blown my only chance to see her tits again so I said, “I’m sorry. I’m such a jerk. May I see them again? Please!”Brenda smiled and said, “As long as you said please.” Then she lifted her T-shirt right up over her head and stood just out of my reach.I looked at them and said, “You are right. Your tits are nicer.”Brenda.