..... turning to me he spoke ‘top off slag, get them tits out’Fingers shaking I undid my top. Taking it off, as they all watched, hearing them com...menting ‘look at the slag’s fucking big tits!’ ‘mmmmmm big fuckers aren’t they’ as I stood in front of them in my bra so ashamed but so horny!I felt Ron behind me reaching round and pulling my bra cups down to whistles from his friends. My full young tits bouncing out of my bra, hanging out on full view to this group of older men as Ron whispered. Once the girls had been given their sheets of paper, they began writing their apologies for the poor behaviour that had sent them to the detention room that Friday afternoon. They sat, uncomfortably on their chairs for the remainder of their two-hour detention. Melanie pulled out one of the spare chairs and sat down next to Amelia, who was seated behind the teacher’s desk, concentrating on completing the entries in the Punishment Book, looking up over her small glasses occasionally, to make. “Glad you’re home. We’re coming with you today”, grinned Lauren looking up at her brother. He had grown, again. Every time she saw him he seemed to be bigger. The strange thing was that while Lauren had wavy hair, Mike’s was tightly curled even though it was roughly the same colour. He too had a naturally tanned face, accentuated by his obvious participation in outdoor sports. He wore a stripy rugby-style shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and blue jeans with white trainers. And for once,. Maine bola: Ok.Aur main chala gaya. Fir maine naashta kara, aur raat ki taiyaari karne laga. Shaadi ka din aise hi kaam mein guzar gaya. Main poora din Kawal ke saamne nahi gaya. Fir raat ko shaadi mein usne mujhse poocha-Kawal: Kidhar gaya tha? Subha se kaha tha?Maine bola: Kahi nahi, kaam se gaya tha bhai ka sath.Wo boli: Subha ki baat sa naraaz hai?Maine bola: Nahi.Wo boli: Darr matt, main kisi ko nahi bolungi. Mujhse bhaag matt.Main bola: Bhaag nahi raha, bas aisi hi.Wo boli: Chal abhi.