Mr Miller
Fall was coming soon. I realized that it had been almost a year since Mr. Miller had ****d me in his cornfield and turned me into his personal fuck slut. In that time, I’d finally grown but only an inch, I was now 4’9” not even quite five feet. My brown hair hung down to my back now long and thick, and my tits had finally pushed past my B cup and I was wearing a 32C bra at just f******n. I’d heard my mother say, when she thought I couldn’t hear, that it was almost obscene for such a little girl...