I had to admit to a certain level of fear.  So far, Mom’s boyfriend Dexter had used a beer bottle to play with my breasts as a warmup to certain unnamed frivolities in the bedroom with my mom.  I had scored a hundred dollars and a Polaroid camera by letting Dexter’s son, fat Bobby, fingerbang me.  Although I came, squirted really, my pussy throbbed and not in a good way until Monday morning.  The next week at school went better than I expected.  Who am I kidding? It was shit.  Bobby kept trapping me here and there.  One fingerbang, and now he was my boyfriend.  Bobby, however, had stuff that he kept giving me.  Nothing big.  Gift cards.  Joints.  Panties.  All of it first-rate.  He didn’t say where he got it, but he did want me to model the panties for him.  Didn’t happen!  But I promised to give him the panties back, used.  Ew!I was getting stuff.  Bobby was getting acknowledged by me: the occasional lunch, the occasional hall walk and on one occasion, an ass grab.  That was it until he offered me Air Pods.  I had wanted these forever, but they were too expensive.  Here they were in their original packaging.  Ümraniye Escort I wanted them so bad I would do anything for them.  Wouldn’t I?  How hard would it be?  A challenge, it turned out.  Bobby wanted help with a teacher in a class he was failing.  Let’s call him Mr. Strange.  He was around fifty, balding and overweight.  Bobby wanted me to go with him to a meeting with Strange and to be “helpful” if the opportunity arose. Bobby was to meet Strange after school on Thursday.  I was to act sexy.  I said it would be hard to do because of the school uniform for girls of a baggy shirt and long (to the knee) skirts.  Bobby told me I was to wear the “uniform”, meaning the too-short skirt and the tight, braless, mostly see-through top that Mom made me wear for Dexter and now Bobby.  I wasn’t going to wear something that barely covered my ass and displayed my breasts out of the house, let alone at school.  So I settled on something that hopefully was sexy enough to get Mr. Strange’s attention.  On Thursday, I waited until the building emptied out after school and Ümraniye Escort Bayan then went into the restroom and changed.  Stuffing my school uniform in a neat and expensive bag that Bobby gave me, I put on a super tight thin pair of leggings, putting the panties in the bag as a gift to Bobby, and a low-cut top that went down far enough to cover any camel toe that I would have. I met Bobby outside of Strange’s classroom.  Bobby immediately noticed that I had buttoned the top all the way up for my trip from the restroom.  After making sure the hallway was clear, I had let him unbutton it, so it showed my D cups to their fullest and beyond.  Trying not to openly cringe, I stood there as he delved into my cleavage and squeezed my breasts.  We entered the classroom after I rebuttoned a couple of buttons. “Hi, Mr. Strange.  Can my girl sit in on the meeting?”My Girl!  Kill me now.  As Bobby greeted Strange, his hand was firmly cupping my ass.  Strange noticed, licked his lips and nodded his assent with an odd smile on his face.  We sat down behind the conference Escort Ümraniye table at the back of the classroom with Bobby sitting across the table from Strange, and I sat next to him.  It was only then that I realized that I wasn’t sure what I was expected to do at this meeting.Strange started talking about how Bobby needed to put in the work.  It seemed like he talked for hours.  Eventually Bobby snaked an arm over my shoulder.  With a sinking feeling, I immediately knew where this was leading.  Soon enough his hand had made its way toward my right breast.  I stared straight ahead, mortified about what was about to happen.  With unusual dexterity for his sausage fingers, I felt the top button release, then another, then another.  I broke my stare and looked down at my chest.  My breasts were still in the top but by a hair.  I looked at Strange, who had not disguised his pleasure at seeing a nubile sixteen-year-old girl about to be rendered topless.  I resumed my mortified stare at the back wall of the classroom.“I’m really sorry about this, Mr. Strange.  I’m sure we can work something out.”Strange pondered Bobby’s remark.  Then he got up and closed the door.  Did I hear it lock?  Fuck.  Visions of being tag-teamed by two fat guys, one old and one young, filled my head.  I started to tremble.  Then I thought of the Air Pods.  How bad could this get?  I began to steel myself.  Strange returned to the table.