Chapter Twenty Two
“You have such pretty little t**s, Rose,” said Miss Bridget. She had them in her hands, caressing them, squeezing gently, rolling the n*****s around.
“Thank you, Miss Bridget,” Rose said. When she was younger the size of her t**s bothered her. They were small, no question. She would compare hers with other girls’ t**s at the beach. But once she realised she didn’t really like boys, she stopped worrying. It seemed it was mostly boys who liked them big; girls were happy whatever size they were. And the n*****s came up nicely when they got sucked, which they often did.
Miss Bridget bent her head and took one of Rose’s n*****s between her teeth, nibbling. Rose gasped with pleasure. Then Miss Bridget stepped back and slapped Rose’s left breast hard. She squealed, but more
