“You waited too long, Timothy,” she spluttered. “You’ll have to make up the lost time at the weekend.”At lunchtime, Timothy could not face t...e inevitable finger pointing and giggles in the staff canteen. He left the building and wandered aimlessly looking for a sandwich outlet. As he walked, he devised all sorts of torments he would inflict on Mrs Goodhead when he became king of the world.“I’ll make her pull her skirt up and pull her panties down to her knees and everybody will point at her. I raised my camera, and before any protestations, I took a photo. ‘Why do you take photo’, he asked me? ‘To teach her a lesson’, I replied, my voice was thick, and I walked over, reached down, and placed his hand on the bare thigh, inches from her panty line, ‘Just massage her here’, I said, and as I focused my camera, I saw his fingers touch her through her panties. ‘That’s good’, I encouraged him, and flashed another shot to disk. He was now touching her labia, and she was responding as her. They were young adults like Sarah, but they were into rap and other shit with no melody or harmony. They also leaned towards the crap where a so called diva warbled while the backup singers sang the song.But when the band started playing the blues, these young people found something they were longing for ... music! Melodies and lyrics and harmonies and a message other than “I want to fuck you bitch.”After the house band got done, they called us up first. The guy called up to play bass was solid. We found Hope already stripped and waiting by the bed. Faith took her shoes off but left her corset and gloves on as she climbed into the middle of the bed and laid back. She spread her legs and Hope crawled up between them and laid her head on her sister’s chest.“Is this okay Master,” Hope asked as I walked over removing my clothes. “I would like for you to take me from behind like this. It has always been my favorite place to lie, even before we got intimate. I love having my head on Faith’s.