They fit perfectly in your hand, and you squeezed, your thumb grazing over my nipple. You knew that my nipples were extremely sensitive, and my head r...olled back as you circled around them, occasionally pinching and pulling, sending pleasure to my pussy. Once I started squirming, your hands moved down my body once again, and down my legs. Slowly, you lifted my right leg, removing my shoe, and tossed it behind you. You gripped my left calf with a control and patience that shocked yet frustrated. His cock ripped deep into me and he grunted out his victory while my body also convulsed in ecstasy. “Good Boy Guy!” I cried out.Guy collapsed onto me; spent.I stroked his hair; damp with effort, which I loved him for and I released the cock restraints.He groaned with relief.“Your not finished yet Guy; you’ve a bit more to do.”He stood beside me as knelt on the floor presenting my rear.“OK Guy, your next job is doggy fashion. Can you do that for me?”“Yes Madam Margo.” came his reply.He was more. The boys in class laughed at the girls fear and Phil took a break to command with an utterance that the other girls allow the male students to fuck them senseless and to cry in terror at the size of the cocks that would be invading their lithe nubile bodies. In the next moment it was a free for all. The male students grabbing the young coeds and ripping their clothes off. Tits were being sucked and asses smacked and licked. Female student that had been in study groups with the same boys that. Sometimes a single act can change who you are. Ever since last summer, I feel like a different person, a different woman.Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me that it specialized in lingerie and swimwear for women with a larger bust. I'm forty-nine years old, 5' 3", with auburn hair and green eyes. Though relatively small-framed, I’m also rather curvy and wear a 34E (or so I thought) size bra. While being so.