"I went upstairs into my room and waited. My whole body was tingling with excitement. I couldn't wait, the anticipation was killing me. Then a few min...tes later Clark entered my room.He ordered, "Get on your bed on your hands and knees facing the headboard!"I did as he instructed and then I noticed he was holding a bag. When I was in position he opened the bag. He took out a pair of handcuffs and placed them around the headboard and on my wrists. They were tight but at least they were padded so. Randahl, did you not learn your lesson last year?"I knew that voice and I didn't like it. "Hello, Mr. Adams. Did I do something wrong?" I knew the answer, but maybe..."We've talked before about groping young ladies. Haven't we Mr. Randahl?'"But, Mr. Adams," Beth interrupted, "Tommy wasn't groping me!" Miss Jones, are you trying to tell me I don't know groping when I see it? Perhaps it's time we get your parents involved, both of you, to the office!"Beautiful, haven't been to a single class and. Like thepanties, it was a tight fit - far more constrictive thanI'd expected. Mum wasn't a big lady by any means, althoughshe'd always worn a c-cup as far as I knew. Her brasusually hung limp across my flat chest. By contrast, thisone felt at least two sizes too small.Still watching myself in the mirror, I swept my hair backover my shoulder to give myself an unobstructed view of thebrassiere - and everything else I was wearing, of course.Striking a catwalk pose, I planted my hands on my hips. After serving in the military, he met mymom and left his own family behind in another state. After I grew up, Irealized his family had been pretty screwed up with alcoholism and this iswhy my father never encouraged our family to be close to them. We had apretty typical family, not rich but not poor either. My parents rarelyfought but they also never seemed all that fond of each other. In short,they appeared to live separate lives although they did share the samebedroom. Looking back I.