I've hurt him so deeply, yet I owe him so much. I would like to thank him, somehow. Could you tell him for me?" Tell him yourself," said Wendy rising ...rom the table and smiling as Paul joined them."Let's keep in touch," said Wendy, preparing to leave."You owe her more than you do me," he said. "If she hadn't stopped by my office and drilled some sense into this egghead..." Sorry about that," smiled Wendy."I'm not," he replied."See you kiddo, give my love to Tabitha," said Wendy, as she hugged. He startled me. It was my English teacher. He grabbed my arm to stop me falling and for an instant I could have sworn his fingers had grazed my nipple.Instantly my face reddened. I could feel the heat right down to my toes. I wrangled from his grasp and ran back into school feeling stupider than ever. What would he think of my reaction to his help? He couldn’t have realised his blunder with his fingers, besides he was my teacher! And as my nipples hardened in reaction to his gentle graze I knew. By the time Mistress had finished refastening the chains it was over my head and in just a few seconds my arms were stretched straight up as I held the bar. Rhonda released the button and the bar stopped its movement. She opened a drawer in the desk and removed two more of the heavy leather cuffs. She handed them to Mistress who then strapped one to each of my ankles and fastened the lengths of chain to the ring mounted on the floor between my feet.My euphoria with my breasts and corset was. ’ ‘Christopher, it’s nice to meet you ma’am,’ he replied, biting into a piece of homemade fried chicken. He passed the mint julep pitcher around the table. Both he and Lacey filled their cups many times, each getting a little drunker with every sip. Christopher noticed the redness that was spreading across Lacey’s exposed cleavage. It just invited him in, tempting him to caress her, to grope that juicy ass, and suck those perky tits. ‘I think I’m about ready to head up to bed. Would you mind.