Then only I noticed she was rubbing her boobs on my right hand and fingering her pussy as well… I was very much shocked but don’t want to waste th...s opportunity.I pressed my hand hard back against her boobs.. she got shocked but was enjoying it.It was a one Saturday where only a few came to work..and she too came in my team…only we both were doing overtime on that day( I didn’t even know about these things).As usual, she started to rub her boobs on my hands like asking doubts. I don’t want to. Years of seclusion left her with a hunger for the outside world and although her parents were stubborn, they could see the seriousness in her eyes when she threatened to move out on her own.The nightmare didn't end there for her parents, as the only school with availability on such short notice was a public school, with a particularly bad reputation."You'll get your wish" her father had told her "But every day you need to report to us what you've learned and who you interacted with"His voice. What did that mean? Was this some form of tacit permission? Should I leave my hand there, or did she want more? I think I left my hand there without change for at least another station, but then I decided to take a risk and see what came of it... I ever so softly began to stroke her skin with my fingertips, my hand moving just high enough to be hidden by her skirt - thank goodness for the walls of the carriage.There was no reaction from her, but she hadn't swatted my hand away. I became. Beth looked at herself in the mirror admiring the way the outfit hugged her curves. She wound her blonde curls into a quick bun.The combination of the severe looking outfit and hair style coupled with Beth's natural softness was most enticing."Ha, I look like some big bad dominatrix; you look my little naked slave girl" said Beth laughing"Yes my mistress" Ann smirked"Kneel before me slave girl" commanded Beth."Yes mistress" responded Ann in a soft voice as she fell to her knees."How my I serve.