There was a set of large rocks which used to serve as makeshift steps once upon a time, but no one ever used it. Here, you go first, she pushed off m... hand and I held her by the waist- lifting her up on the first rock. My hand grazed over the backside of her tiny denim shorts which now were clinging wet to her body. She had a perfect little heart shaped thigh gap below her tight shorts, which made me think of that text message again. Her legs werent terribly long, but they were on the slim. " Clarisse said. "Let me think about this untillunchtime."Sure enough, at One PM (I had spent the morning polishing the silver)Clarisse called me over to her. "Hand me the two longest neck chains youhave on, Justine" She ordered.I curtsied. "Yes Mistress Clarissa." I obeyed and stood dutifully stillwhile she fastened them together, then attached them to my anklebracelets, leaving a two-foot length between my legs."Will that be long enough, Justine?" she asked with tender concern."Oh yes,. Yes, Laurence was, like me "une ?trang?re".Only I did not know it yet. I still thought of myself as "un ?tranger"although with my poor French accent when I first arrived in Beaune I tendedto describe myself as "une ?trang?re" much to the amusement of Laurence andmy fellow teachers. After a few weeks, I got used to the differencebetween "un" and "une" and learnt to shorten "?trang?re" party thanks tothe Fredericks, Goldman and Jones song "Nuit" which spoke of a woman as"mon intime. So I went upstairs to my room to get a buttplug.I inserted a buttplug and sneaked a glass dildo in my hoodie downstairs. As I passed by the kitchen I saw my mum was on the phone. So as I went back to our living room, I handed him the dildo and signalled to him that my mom was on the phone. I then sat cross legged on the chair and he could reach my pussy through one of the leg holes on my shorts. He then began to finger me and rub my clit. This went on for a few mins and afterwards he started to.