I doubted yet that she would have done much more that to bring herself to believe it but it was always interesting to see how my pupils reacted to the...unexpected in their experiences. After all she had become immersed in the world of the house and the cellar, it would have been possible for her thoughts of home and husband to recede. This must have been a rude awakening in many ways, not least that she was confronted with the fact – almost certainly forgotten – that her husband had been alone. People walked by, and he pretended to be picking at his nails. He wondered what they had dragged her in there for. He got the answer soon enough. His reverie was broken by the sound of a palm hitting a face, and a scream. Suddenly the room descended into bedlam, and he started to try and bash the door in – then thought better of it, and withdrew from his pouch a set of lockpicks. If he could sneak in when they weren’t watching, so much the better. His concentration was broken by a shrill. Grandpa WAS being quiet, and was on the landing - if he walked past the bathroom and his bedroom, he would be able to see into my room via the half open door. I took off my blouse, leaving me standing there in my bra, skirt and panties, socks and shoes. I decided that if he was going to peek inside, I would let him see me remove my bra from behind, then turn my body so he could see my breasts, whilst I kept my face looking in the changing mirror, so I could not actually see him at my door, but. Viewed from just below I could see just about all of those lovely legs but not quite to her panties.She pointed out an expensive pair of trainers and sat on one of those low square cushion seats that shoe shops all over the world seem to have. I retrieved the indicated shoes form the shelf and knelt on the floor just in front of her. She put one of her feet up onto the angled fitting platforms for me to un-do her high heeled shoe for her. As she did her skirt slipped up her leg and my face.