"Imported from England. Cost a pretty penny too, I might add. And see those shackles hanging on those chains? Made by one of the best 'old world' blac...ksmiths in France. I must admit though that most of the leather goods in here I had custom made locally. Like this training table. Feel that." Mmmmm, nice work," I said honestly, passing my hand over the soft leather surface and admiring the craftsmanship. I also noted the kid leather straps woven into the plush, upholstered tabletop and imagined. "Spread your legs apart, honey and keep them that way or I will have to tie them for you," she said as she waved the crop in the air above my knees. I spread my legs wide apart and closed my eyes, anxious yet apprehensive of what was to come. I braced myself, not knowing what to expect. "I'll take it easy on you since this is your first time,"she promised. "Who knows, maybe you will want more when you get a taste of what I can do." The first sting from the crop caught me off guard and I swore. But for some reason, bust was fine.She’d say nipple, but me saying “bosom” woke her up. I didn’t understand my Mom at all.“Yes.”“So in this dress, they must look even more sexy, right?”“Yes.”“It’s sexy when men look at your bust, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“And so it must be even sexier when you’re wearing a dress with a lot of cleavage, because even more men look at your bust. Right?”“ ... yes.”Again, the hesitation. Again, she agreed. It had been quite a slog, getting to this point—I’d taken her up. Thrusting one hand in my pocket, I tried to squeeze my stubborn penis to camouflage voyeurism. The young girls were now busy re-wearing their thick garments. But, in a split second ,I managed to catch a glimpse of another schoolgirl’s muffins with protruding big nipples and hairs in her armpits.Come on! It’s our turn now!The tap of my colleague on my shoulder in a soft voice startled me and brought me back to reality while my thoughts were still roaming about the real show of such erotic.