. ."Dear oh dear. Keep on digging why don't you, John.Daphne didn't seem to be taking any offence. She laughed at his discomfort. That was good, he su...posed."It's fine," Daphne said. "I get paid well and I enjoy the work."Understanding suddenly dawned on John. There could be another reason why Miss Crowder had sent him here."Um . . . Miss Crowder, she didn't give you any money to . . ." To do what?" Daphne asked, affecting an air of deceitful innocence."Oh, nothing," John said.It must be the. I also noticed that none of the girls were wearing outfits as feminine as mine. Although they wore similar maternity dresses, all were in flat shoes, all had short uncoloured fingernails and I was certain that I was the only one in stockings.As I looked at them there were four curious sets of eyes glancing over me, taking in my new feminine shape. I realised that I must look very odd - the wig and make up on my obviously male face; the vastly distended breasts with ther straps of my nursing bra. Mark and Lisa exchanged a quick glance before Lisa turned over the image and then their whole world fell apart.There they were in illicit sex."Anything to say now,Lisa, or is it,Miss Honestly?" the Prioress said with satisfaction.Then the pleading began as both Mark and Lisa watched the Prioress walk from behind her desk to a shelf and then take a long ,flat,thick stick in her hands.Lisa said,"Please,please, I am sorry,I didn't mean to lie,Prioress,please Prioress don't do this,there is no need. Initially we lounged sipping wine, in swim-wear, soaking-up the tranquillity.Eventually I stood up, “Ready for some “dippin” Shelia?”Shelia felt anxious, “Someone might see us; other people do come here Dick.”“It’s just a bit of sexy fun.” I grinned.”She blushed. “I don’t know, Dick. This sounds like a bad idea now.”I chuckled at her, “Hey, we’ve skinny-dipped here before with Dad remember? Now it’s just us!”“You were seven then Dick.” she murmured.“Come on, I’ll turn my back as you get in..