But you did sign up to corset trainingdidn't you?" Y.. yes Miss," I reply, still combing my waterfall of copper hair."Then stand up with your hands in... the air," she says grinning, holding upa white corset, "Training starts right now pretty" Oh.. right..." I stand and let the wraps fall off my shoulders onto thefloor."Hmm..." She looks my naked form up and down, making me blush embarrassed"Not too bad... now turn around."I turn to face the wall, very aware that I'm standing naked in my roomwith. During our lunch break we snuck off behind an isolated building where he started to kiss me. I knew it was coming, I expected it, still I was a bit surprised when he stuck his tongue in my mouth. It felt foreign to me. With no tact at all he began mauling my breasts. I could tell he didn’t have much experience either but feeling someone else’s hands on my tits and knowing I was finally going to be fucked was enough to get my virgin pussy wet. He was moving too slow and I was growing. I start by slipping into a black lacy bodystocking that I bought for my wife a couple of years ago. She had worn it a few times but had not liked it that much so when she discarded it I rescued it and kept it. Paul's selected a pair of seamed dark tan stockings and a lovely pink suspender belt that my wife hadn't worn for a few years and pulled the stockings on over his pantyhose and clipped them on the suspenders. I had worn these stockings with that suspender belt many times and had always. His long raven-black hair hung well down his back, his long black coat flowed like a cape, he stood very tall, slim and ethereal in the nether world lighting of the place. She couldn't get a look at his eyes, damn those trendy round purple shades. She gave him one of her practiced "come fuck me" looks ... she looked directly at him, dropped her gaze for two seconds, then glanced back up at him from beneath her dark lashes, with a slow, curving smile. Then she turned away as if she hadn't even.