Ramya had always been a friendly girl and our conversation flowed with an ease that seemed untroubled by the two year gap. As the time drew on to midn...ght I could not stifle a small yawn.“Oh god I, you’ve let me chatter on and on for hours” said Ramya “you must be so tired after your trip here.”“Well, yes…actually I am a little tired now” replied I“Why don’t you grab a quick shower and turn in? Your room’s all made up for you. I’ll just clear up down here.”“Thanks Ramya, I think I will. It’s. Asothers held her, they slipped the loops over herbreasts and drew them tight. Her breasts assumedthe shape of bocci balls and turned pink, as thevenous blood return was impeded by theconstriction of the rope. She gritted her teeth andtried not to scream, as she was hung by her breastsfrom an overhanging tree branch. Her anus still dribbled, so a woman took a rag, covered it with hotchili pepper sauce, and pushed it in to stop the leak.Little boys and girls explored her vulva and pluckedat. And when boys acted badly as they’re prone to do, they would be punished. For boys, it became their living nightmare. And for the girls, being called to do these amazing duties was its own reward.Boys would be sentenced to harsh punishments for low grades, disrespecting a girl, disobeying orders, trying to escape campus or when any girl deemed it necessary, even if it was for their own entertainment. And let's not mention detention. The boy’s mothers loved the change in behavior of their son’s.. My heart was pounding in my chest. I looked at my watch, it was 8:45. I have been stood up I thought. I got up to leave and I saw you walk through the door. You were right, the moment I saw you I instantly knew that it was you. I motioned you over and greeted you with a smile. We introduced ourselves and sat down. I felt a stirring in my pants. You were dressed exactly like your avatar. Your white top was buttoned up just below your breast revealing that you were not wearing a bra. Your nipples.