After licking herself, she turns to me. I hold out a foot and she licks my toes. Then I use that same foot to scratch her ear and head.It's my favorit... day, a day off. I open my dresser and grab some clothes.I tuck myself back and into my self and pull on a lavender satin thong. I love thongs because of the feeling of the string going through my crack. I also hate panty lines showing. I have a nice butt and enjoy showing it off. I don't want my underwear getting first billing. I need to choose. Anyway, today was special, I had just recently moved back to the UK after I got a new job and didn't know many people, apart from L. and his family and it was the first weekend after I had somewhat settled in, not having to unpack boxes or drive around buying new furtniture. So I felt like having some fun.Having been stuck in one or two traffic jams, we arrived just before kick-off and headed directly for the stadium. I'd rather not bore you with any details of the match itself, briefly, it. Modern Sanitation.Neena wakes me. It's quite early. One of the Domestics, Arban, follows her in with my breakfast. She looks rather sulky, as if it's not her job – I don't suppose it is!Being served breakfast! Now that is a change. There must be some "event" planned for today. I feel pleased about the breakfast but then I'm immediately apprehensive as I think about what it might mean and what I might have to do to earn it."Please," Neena says, sensing my hesitation and gesturing to the tray. Her red pouty lips spread out into a beautiful smile. "What's your name?" Katherine Jenkins," I said, nervously."Come out to the front, please," she said firmly.I stepped out and walked to the front. I watched as the young and beautiful teacher looked me over. "Do you know any positions?" Only plie, Mam." Stand by the bar. Everyone else do the same and let's start the class."For the next few weeks Ms Young taught us the basics of ballet."That was wonderful class," she clasped her hands together.