I was the magnet of the boys, mostly immature...admiring me and a few other girls from afar...I was lucky...my breasts were easily the nicest at schoo......it was a silent thing we all knew...mine were the best and the others were trying to catch up.What breasts meant we weren't sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were the key to a boy's heart, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, school was out and we were all on our way home...one guy sort of tagged. Sarah checked our open orifices for possible hide of more strong stuff in our most intimate openings. Sarah next 'warmed us up' for his interview about our possession of banned freshly fermented herbs.With 'warming up' Petrovic implied caning two innocent young reporters for a crime they didn't commit.With his intimate inspection he started our interrogation. We were both dripping wet of pussy juices.His long tongue lapped along our lips. Despite the humilation we couldn't help squirting in his. Are your panties still wet?” “Yes dad, I should go and change.” “No, no, keep them on, it’s ok! Actually I was wondering if you can show me?” “What dad?” “Come on dear, you’re a smart girl, you know what I want, I wanna see your damn wet panties!” says her dad with a shade of anger in his voice. Annie turns pretty unsure on her own feet and bends over. Her father is surprised seeing her wet panties pulled half down but for sure he is enjoying the view, as Annie herself would notice soon. There. With nothing but crumbs on the plateshe took him into the bathroom. There she pulled out the bristle curlersand began putting them in his hair wrapping them tightly to his scalp.She did half his head then had him do the other half. With his hairrolled, she placed a pink hairnet over them and tied it at the back."Ned, you want your hair to look nice don't you? To make it look niceyou will have to do this every night before you go to bed then brush itout in the morning. Understand? Good,.