She took two wires from the machine. Both had small metal clamps. She handed one to me and pointed at Christina’s pussy. With Christina still suckin... my dick, I attached the clamp to Vicky’s clit. She moved between Christina’s legs and attached the other to her clit. I reached over to the machine and turned the big dial. The effect was instant. Vicky clamped her legs shut and bent at the waist. Eyes closed tight. Christina screamed around my prick. Her eyes flashed open and blinked several. "Good morning," Jim replied looking at his mother with interest."I wonder if your little one may use the toilet Sir?" she asked head still bowed."Go ahead," Jim said watching as she unwrapped the sheet lifted the toilet lid and sat down. Jim had never seen a woman pee before and it excited him. It wasn't so much the act of watching her pee but more the fact that now she would do anything in front of him. He was everything to her and she even asked him if she could pee. Jim smiled as she lifted. Two house mistresses stayed in the dorm building all year round and were happy to have the company of the two girls as it was something for them to do. Mrs Lowe was forty-seven-years-old and Miss Dawson twenty-eight-years-old.The girls had their own bedrooms, and Emma and Wendy went upstairs to Emma’s bedroom. They sat at the desk and got their books out, and soon they were busily writing up their project. They detailed the Correction Centre, saying what they saw, although they carefully. The wet denim clung and stopped her lifting the leg high enough.She stood back on the concrete floor the puddle of water dripping from her young body getting bigger.Gripping the hem sides of the skirt she pulled it up to her waist.There nestled between her smooth legs a small patch of see through pale blue cloth of her panties.She got hold of the handle bar once more , foot back on the peg and once more swung her right leg into the air. The pale damp skin of each bare cheek and slim blue strap.