Noteven when I couldn't hold the pressure that had been slowly building in mybladder any longer, the warm wetness spreading beneath me, soaking into m...yclothing, matched by the tears that ran down my face. Not even when Ibegan to feel the blood leaking from my wrists where it ran down my palmsand dripped from my fingertips.The sound of that ziptie breaking, the freedom of being able to rub thelife back into the bloody soreness my wrists had become, it was probablythe greatest sense of. She realized now this final, she hoped, humiliation, she would have to go from the front of the class to each boy in turn and return and the rest of the boys having seen the way the first one had been kissed would all want the same. She was going to be wrapping herself around all those boys who had pushed her to climax after climax. At least while they were doing that they were only in partial contact with her, kissing her like this their hands were free to touch her anywhere and the teachers. Wire is tightly wrapped around the base of each of her breasts. It has the effect of turning each of her large breasts into a balloon stuck to her chest. They are slowly turning purple, the veins standing out clearly against the skin.On each side of each breast chain is attached to the wire. The chains run up from her breasts through a pulley and support a 200kg bag of sand dangling in the air to one side of her. The weight pulls her breasts away from her chest up into the air, and lifts. Annie could feel her insides turn to mush just seeing his smile, not to mention that he was actually talking to her. She had a silly urge to scream, ‘He’s talking to me.’ He was actually asking her to be in his group. It was like her dream come true. Now, if only she could find her voice and answer him, everything would be okay. If only he wasn’t so handsome, or if his eyes weren’t that startling blue, then maybe she wouldn’t have problem finding words. ‘Come on. Everybody’s starting already.’.