Miss Jones walked round me and to my joy took out a box from the cupboard.She took a container out of the box and ordered me to put on the clothes in...side. The plaid, pleated skirt barely covered my ass, the white shirt was far too tight, the bra was well padded, the white panties small, the tie was fine as were the white ankle socks but the shoes were the ones strippers wore with a big heel and platform."Well you are a slut so dress like one. Aren't you?" Yes Miss Jones I am a slut" Miss. When I was ready to leave,I didn't even bother saying goodbye to my dad, I was too anxious aboutmy conversation with my soon to be ex. When I got to school, Daria waswaiting for me on the bench in our usual spot. She called out to me andwaved me over. I awkwardly shuffled over to her, stalling for as long asI could."Hey you!" She says with a smile. Probably the last time I'd be seeingit for a while so I took it in."Hey, listen we need to talk" one of the most cliché lines but I justwanted this. He shook his head when he realized that there were speakers hanging off the windows of the cars.His mother continued honking the horn while he turned on the projector. He slid the topmost cassette into the VCR and hit play. When nothing happened, he looked around to find out what was the matter. It took him a minute to realize that the lens cover was still on the projector. He took the cover off and watched the image projecting on the screen. His mother stopped honking the horn as soon as the. We started off sitting on a bed with Bolivar sitting next to me fondling my breasts. Then he reached behind me and released my top, and my full and round DD tits swung into full view. He laid me back on the bed and leaned over to suck my tits, and the milk started flowing immediately.Bolivar let some of the milk escape from his mouth for the camera to capture it running down my tits to my stomach, and I was starting to thrust my hips from him sucking me. I then pulled away from him for a moment.