I was over at my best bud's place and we were messing around rough housing. He had taken off his shirt claiming it was hot and since I was warm from t...he beers I stripped mine off too. His hands kept rubbing my chest and his touch on my nipples felt so good. Laughing loudly he wrapped what I thought was his belt around my chest and locked it. A body harness. Flicking my nips he grabbed my arms and attached them to the straps. I didn't understand his plan.Suddenly his lips were on mine. I'd never. There’s a knock at the door, it’s unusual as we don’t get many visitors. I open the door, without even thinking about what I’m wearing. It’s one of Dad’s work colleagues, I haven’t seen him in months. I invite him in. Ask if he’d like something to drink. He says yes and sits down. I busy myself making tea, when I turn around he’s staring at me. “You’re Dad never said you were pregnant” he says. I put the tea down in front of him on the table. “Didn’t he? I’m surprised, he’s so excited about it”. Imust confess that I got so caught up in the mechanics ofthe problem that I almost forgot that I was preparing totorture myself. I took an ice cube from the fridge and rubbed it overthe end of my breast. The cold made the nipple firm butthe moment it warmed it softened up. I stiffened thenipple with the ice cube again, then before it had achance to get soft, I wrapped half a rubber band aroundthe nipple two times, stretching it as I encircled thefleshy base, then tying it off. I did the same to. I told her I had plenty of clothes but she just said they weren’t the proper clothes for a slut to wear. When we got to the mall, she started picking out skirts that were too short and see-thru tops. I told her around the dorm and at parties was one thing but I couldn’t dress like that all the time. She just ignored me and sent me to the dressing room. We were at the third store trying on clothes. She was in the dressing room with me making sure everything fit the way she wanted it to. Then she.