“If this works, who the fuck cares?” Drew scoffed.“Who we gonna try it on?” Brad inquired.“I was thinking April,” Drew said as he point...d to a girl in the back corner of the room. April was a senior just like Drew and had been his heartthrob his entire high school life. She was your typical Goth with the white makeup, black hair in pigtails, black lipstick, black eyeliner, and black nail polish. She wore black skinny jeans to exaggerate her round ass and thin waistline, with white crystals. " I said to myself as Ilooked down at how I dressed my current body."Plus it might help me blow off some steam." I said with a grin.Looking down I saw my unrestrained tits as they were stressing thematerial of the dress I proudly cupped them.Taking the top of the dress I grabbed it and pulled it up side to sideto make sure I was fully in my dress. As I walked across the parking lot I loved how my heels clicked againstthe pavement. I smiled as each step caused my body to jiggle slightly,and my. "Can't talk about it here. Come on upstairs. There's a bunch of offices. We can have a little privacy." We climbed the stairs. We barely spoke as we heard the cacophony of noise [## See Note 4 ##] that echoed up the marble staircase. We found an empty room and walked in."Mike," she started. "I'm having a little problem with my boyfriend. Finding out about your vast sexual experience was fascinating, and I thought you could give me a little advice." I'll try," I said. This is how I got started. Two dozen strips of black leather about two feet long attached to a ten-inch wood handle covered in leather strips. He walked toward Brenda, the leather strips dangling. He shook the handle to remove any tangles. Master stroked Brenda's cheeks with his fingers and wiped off a string of drool hanging from her chin. He ran the backs of his fingers around the outside and under her tits, then roughly flicked each of the nipple clamps. At Brenda's waist, he put his fingers under the rope that went.