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Tease … Sue Patterson was a beautiful tease. In Nebraska she had encouraged the boys just enough to make them feel that their trousers were always too small. And the auburn-haired nineteen-year-old had continued to maintain her virginity despite an almost constant round of backseat petting sessions. But New York City was different. And Paul Matthews was certainly no Nebraska farm boy. “You’re a liar and a tease,” he had told her as he ripped the buttons from her blouse, “and I’m about to teach you a lesson someone should have taught you a long time ago!” At first Sue became his unwilling student, but as time passed she knew she could only live as his abject slave.
Sue Patterson critically checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. The skirt seemed appropriately short, barely coming to the middle of her thighs. She could almost hear her mother’s outraged complaints regarding its scandalous shortness. The sweater Sue was wearing hugged her body closely. For the first time since she had been twelve years old, Sue was not wearing a bra. Her nipples peaked, excited, showing as sharp points through the soft, clinging material. Back home, she reflected, just a tight sweater was enough to get the boys interested. To please her mother, Sue had bought sweaters large, then always “accidentally” shrunk them for her boy friends. Here, in New York City, it took more than just a tight sweater to catch the interest of the men. Sue unbuttoned another button on the sweater and studied the effect as more of her creamy skin was displayed.
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