“What’s wrong?” he started to say. “What’s wrong Shelly? Are you alright?” he finally asked, stammering. He repeated himself. “What’s ...rong, what’s wrong?” Her eyes were closed. Her face was all pinched up. She was shuttering all over. He saw how she looked but all of a sudden he saw where her hand had been. He noticed how her fingers were inside her thighs, making him wonder what had happened. “Are, were you touching yourself down there?” he finally said. She nodded almost timidly, pulling her. It was comforting in a way to be able to compare her own bottom with those of her fellows. It made her feel that she was part of a community who shared equally in the injustice of an overly strict regime of corporal punishment where the only licence seemed to be in the teachers’ imagination in identifying instances of misconduct.But she had never seen close before a bottom as pristinely pure as Chrysanthemum’s, so without really thinking Winona nodded her head again.?Tomorrow lunchtime at a. Ms. Horne was so pleased with my success regarding your transformation into this pretty sweet thing sitting across from me now. Of course this will mean that while I'm away you will have to do all the chores by yourself.Finally, I do this because I have always sensed something about you, Mr. Horne, I mean, Melissa. I've observed other times when you've been cross-dressed. You have never acted effeminate or parodied what a woman should be like as if you were a drag queen. You have. ”Claudette said, “Yes, it certainly was. I was sore for a week. Thank God Daddy didn’t fuck me until I felt better.”Bethany said, “He fucked me right after that session, but not on film. He never wanted any evidence that could get him in that kind of trouble. Then when I turned eighteen I was engaged to be married so we never made a film together.”Claudette said, “Yeah, I was supposed to make one with him too but he died first. Shall we call you Master too?”I laughed and said, “You can call me.