The creme-coloured blouse's buttons did not go all the way up to the neck, but ended just below the xiphoid process. This made her lack of brassiere o...vious – as if the delightful sway of her bosom hadn't clued him in. The charcoal pin-stripe jacket was cut so as to frame her breasts alluringly. A matching pin-stripe miniskirt and an antique brooch pinned to the jacket lapel finished the ensemble. From carefully coiffed hair to French manicured toenails, the image being projected toward the. Then she caned me on my bare thighs until she decided I had had enough. My nightie was pulled down again and Tess decided that my chest should be next. I was in agony. My tears were running down my face and if it had not been for the gag my screams would have been heard a mile away. But that was just the preliminary. Now she was caning my chest, making a point to be as hard as possible across my nipples. The lace top to my nightdress took very little sting out of the blows as Tessa really laid. My gradesthrough high school were above average but I knew this was theeffect of being an athlete more than my prowess in theclassroom. When I made the effort and applied myself I wascapable of obtaining better than average grades.Steve, on the other hand was a gifted athlete. The so-called"natural", good at any sport he chose to partake. But basketballwas his sport of choice. Standing 6'-6" and weighing 220 lbs, hewas pure grace on the court. He could run and jump with anyoneand had wonderful. He stopped to admire my breasts for the first time before pulling his underwear down and freeing his cock. I shivered from the sudden coolth on my skin mixing with the warmth and ache in my pussy. He responded by gathering me into his arms again.I resisted. I wanted to look at him. I reached down and pulled at the elastic band of his underwear. His cock swung completely free.Starting in about the fourth grade, the girls in my school began sharing rumors about boys, and what they had in their.