You all remember him from My Sweet Revenge story. I was very happy to see him.We had dinner and my breasts started to hurt, I excused myself and went ...upstairs to start my pumping. I got the suction cups ready and started the pump. One minute passed and I smelled something burning, it was the pump and it died. Oh Shit. I called my brother, Rajesh, can you please drive to the nearby pharmacy and pick up a new pump. It might be closed Sis, its 11:30 pm. I will try anyway and left for breast pump. May be next time.I was happy that she is responding to my chat and also she is quiet free with me. So we had all casual chat the whole week and she used to like my pics and some times in return I used to comment on her pics in our chat. She even shared her mobile number also with me but that was of no use as I used to talk to her when I am at home or chat when I am at office.Until now we were quiet free with each other discussing topic of my GF and so on. The next weekend again same thing. He groaned gratuitously. Mmmm not wet. Doest that make a change. That cunt of yours is normally sopping wet. Im going to enjoy fucking you dry. She sobbed. No.. Please, no. Oh, but you love getting fucked. Remember? Its what you were born to do? He was still mocking her. When was she ever going to learn. He had warned her to be careful what she wished for but she just couldnt help herself. She so desperately wanted to be his paintoy, to fulfill that sadistic side of him. He brought his cock up. Without looking, I accidentally bumped into Mrs. Perry, the districts youngest, most attractive female teacher that took the place of our Home Ec. teacher after they had an accident."Oh- I'm sorry." I quickly said and she nodded with a friendly smile on her face and kept walking. I hurried down the hall to my locker that was surrounded with all the amazingly attractive grade 11 boys. I was always teased in grade 9 by my abnormally perfect large breasts by them, but they wouldn't do it rudely,.