"Girls, I hope you’re not staying with wet clothes on, on our account" Henry said to his daughters reading their thoughts. "It's just us here and we...re all family. There's nothing to be shy about" Henry added."I guess you're right dad" Amelia said after exchanging looks with her older sister. She grabbed the hem of her wet sundress and lifted it over her head. She was wearing a conservative yellow 32C bra, tightly cupping her lovely tits. Her tummy was flat and tan, her slightly curvy hips. So she kept it to herself, using those moments alone to picture what it would be like, her fingers making her even more aroused as she imagined Clara’s soft touch on her. One day she phoned in sick to work and after she’d done the school run drove to the station and took the train to town. She spent the day browsing clothes and lingerie shops and trying various things on that she thought made her look sexy and desirable. She wanted to do this right. She eventually choose a very expensive. Eing asked to take your panties down and show your bum to an old man, while he sat behind his big oak table and jacked-off, was only one of lives experiences I was exposed to as a young girl, in my first year at boarding school.The master in question, was regarded by all girls as a 'Dirty Simpleton', don't ask me who christened him, but it suited all, especially as he had a steady stream of girls, willing to drop-them for him to wank off to.When I was first introduced to him, he sat me down and. Once she was back on allfours, the man produced a glass bottle with a long bent metal spout, the kindused on rabbit hutches, and held it to her mouth. She was too thirsty torefuse, and sucked at it eagerly enough. The water had an impure, brackishtaste, and she wondered in passing what was in it, but she thought also that ifshe swallowed enough, it might wash away the stuff at the back of her throat.The woman watched them both impassively, holding the leash. The man tilted upthe bottle a little.