Her areolas were brown and silver dollar sized, her nipples medium sized cones pointed toward the ceiling. When I latched onto her left breast and pla...nted a kiss on her nipple, her coo turned into a moan; she tangled her fingers into my hair and pulled my lips tightly against her breast. I had to smile, even though she was tugging pretty hard. It was the first time in my life my hair was long enough for a woman to get a good grip on it.I switched my attention from one breast to the other, as I. ”“I’m pulling your chain,” Zen laughed. “You just like to be naked in front of people. But still, I might have a business proposition later. There’s no harm in making money from your talents. We all have to eat.”“Let’s move on to the big portrait if you’ve had enough break,” I said. I didn’t know what Zen had in mind to make money, but I wouldn’t mind drawing her nipples. Er ... the right one. Susan went over by the window to stand. “Face front. Reach up and wrap your right arm in the drape.”. I took one hundred pounds out of my post office account and went to the Ladbrokes shop in Canterbury High Street, having disguised my school uniform as best I could. I was clearly underage, but explained I was placing the bet for my dad. The size of the bet probably helped convince them of this and I walked away with the betting slip made out to Mr William Johnstone at odds of 950:1 for a moon landing and safe return to earth before the end of 1969. This was a bit less than the odds quoted in. Her young step-mother, Linda Cook, had established her authority almost immediately and kept the stubborn schoolgirl in line with a thick leather belt. There were also punishments that had involved her step-mother’s bath brush and crook-handled dragon cane.Helen looked down at the curly brown hair that covered Katherine’s head. The girl concentrated on the carpeted floor in front of her as her Form Mistress went to work with her hand.“Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!” Miss Downey slapped.