.....''he watch me looking down feeling sad''whats up?''''i .....i wanted to thank you for keeping working''''ok....and''i look around so shyi lowered...my pants he smile wide''get in we cant get seen here''my hearth pounding i got in the van , he drove away''get your pants down again we need to talk about this''i was in my little panty my cage bulging it perfetly''you are very vey cute in this''he reach and touch my crotch his whole hand closing on my cage''ohhhhh yes i wasnt sure, nice i love. I was nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs as I made my way into the bar and grill Friday evening. I hoped I would make a good impression and I hoped very much that they weren’t wackoos. Our voters had passed a law against smoking in public places a few years back so it was quite pleasant to go into bar with friends and socialize, as long as the music wasn’t blaring so loud you couldn’t think. This bar and grill had a neighborhood feel to it and good. ”“I will have to bind you because it will hurt more than anything you might have imagined. The needles wont necessarily, but the binding on your breasts will make them somewhat bruised.”“That will be OK and no problem. I just want to try it without reservation.”He began to bind my wrists behind me. Once they were tight and could not move them he moved me under an electric hoist with a hook. This he lowered to just above my head. He took another binding cord and tied it much like he tied the. Pero tenía sus gustos claros. Y lo que yo tenía, por lo menos entre mis piernas, no estaba dentro de sus gustos. Bueno, comencé a hablarle, a lanzarle piropos, y otras cosas, que me enseñó un amigo del mismo instituto. Todo eso llevó a que Candela me besara y empezaramos a flirtear, cosa que masomenos maneje bien. Cabe decir que no soy una persona fea, no soy Brad Pitt, obvio, pero algún encanto si que tenía.El flirteo llegó a niveles insospechados, hasta que en una oportunidad, durante clases,.