I said yes. And she said it was 42. I told her that she had bigger boobs than my wife’s, whose size was 40.I told her to show me her choot (pussy). ...he lay down on the bed and folded up her legs & put her saree & petticoat up to reveal her choot. It was a sight. I put my hand to it and rubbed it. She was like, ‘Oh’. Again I clicked photos, one with her face and one a close-up of her choot. I then told her that I would like to remove her saree & petticoat for which she would have to stand up.She. I don't know where she came up with it but I got caughtup in it before I really knew what was going to happen. So now I playit as it happens."Samantha said, "I'll bet I know who would put such an idea in her head.Angela would and Jenny thinks the world of her. Angela has a couple oftimes said how you were just like one of the girls. I think she isjealous of how well you get on with all of us and she doesn't. Sheseems to have a suspicious nature and I think it bothers her."Thomas said, "That may. ‘Oow! Thr-three Miss. Oh, it stings, Miss.’ ‘Of course it hurts a little bit, I’d be wasting my time with you if it didn’t.’ On the edge of the table a phone trills and with a tut of annoyance the woman reaches out for it and signals the girl to stand. ‘Don’t wander away, I haven’t finished with you yet.’ she remarks coldly as she lifts the handset. A syncopated smile replaces her scowl as she speaks into it. ‘Fairyfield Grange, headmistress speaking.’ She listens for a moment then her voice. “If I had come in here and just made an ordinary pass at you, you would have smacked me down good. It wasn’t just a man you wanted. You wanted to be forced. To be raped.” “You bastard!” she said. He looked at her. Her eyes moved away. “Even if it was true,” she said in a softer voice, “how could you tell!” “It showed in the way you talked about that woman on Seventy-Seventh Street. It excited you. Oh, not.