That’s how I came to leave school and became a prostitute working for my father. I used to hang around there because it was a bit out of the way and allowed me to get away from the hustle of the schoolyard. I didn’t know it at the time but my price list had another step. They boys wanted me to lift my bra up so my tits flopped out and they could put skin on skin. I could feel his hands trying to envelope my already sizeable tits, running his fingers around underneath them and coming over the top, trying to find a nipple. That’s how I came to leave school and became a prostitute working for my father. I realised I would have to come up with a pricing structure. Looking back, I realise I unconsciously chose that bra believing (hoping?) that the boys would be asking to feel my tits. So I had to tell them to come in small groups otherwise we would get caught and no one would get to feel any
