Another text. I can see a group of guys ahead. What if they try to **** me?I will watch then. And you will let themShe stopped walking at this moment,... and I thought I had pushed her too far.Another text. Yes Master.Her skirt went up again as a group of lads walked behind us. We both heard the lewd comments they made as she began to walk again. She soon approached the gang of guys who were stood outside a bar. I texted her a new command.When you get to them, drop your purse. Bend at the waist to. I’m sure we’ll get on fine.”The purser went back, whispered what seemed to be some very strict instructions on how to behave to a fully grown woman, and then led her to the empty seat next to mine.“This is your seat. I’ll take your bag. We are late for push-off as it is,” said the purser, and stowed the girl’s bag.“Hello! Thank you for letting me sit here! I cannot believe it!” she beamed.“No need to thank me. I’m glad you didn’t get left behind.”The door closed as the girl sat down. She. "Tell us what you want, slut."I exhaled a breath. "I want to be fucked by dozens of men tonight - never knowing who they are. Please! I'm begging you!"'And what of your husband?" she asked as I felt a cock entering me.Still exhaling I replied. "I never loved him - I only stoled him from Vicki because I hated the bitch."Slapping my clit harder she asked, "And your job?"The man inside of me was hard and throbbing but taking slow, long strokes as I answered, "I don't care."I couldn't see it, but I. I told her what I felt. But I felt like I'd lied.I wrote a letter explaining the problem and hoping Terri wouldunderstand.Each day I looked in the mirror, each day my breasts seemed a littlelarger or a little smaller, depending on how optimistic I felt.And I had to start skipping Gym class at college after hearing a commentthat if I started to get any bustier I'd need a bra.The course came to an end. At last I could see Terri again. I knew thatI wouldn't need to hide any more.My hands trembled.