Some one has rightly said, Women n wine can make your day.I placed my hand on her pussy by leaning on bed, she parted her thighs to give me more acces... towards her love canal. after few minutes, I stopped her as even if I was getting the pleasure, my legs were paining, I lay beside her but in opposite direction i.e. my face was now near her pussy & she still didn’t let my cock come out of her mouth.I : Come on me, we will do 69A: hmm… OK.. My pussy is etching for your tongueI: I am here to. Then I realized that it was later than usual and the women weren’t back yet. In fact, I didn’t even know where they were, I just knew that they were supposed to see some matron who had seemed somewhat worried. Then, without any warning my hunger was replaced by fear. Fear of something bad - very bad - happening.“Frode, shouldn’t the women be back already? Do you know where they went?”“I ... I don’t know exactly. It had something to do with some missing working girls, if I understood correctly.. Finally, the staff, to get her out of her room, allowed herto wear pyjamas. The other girls were annoyed at this as they had madeefforts to dress up, but she must have become fed up with her breastsswinging around and she finally agreed to put on a bra. She took toknickers about the same time. Maybe she thought she was too exposed andconspicuous with wearing only pyjamas."There was a tradition at the Centre was that the girls would smartenthemselves up for dinner, with makeup and nice dresses. He could hear them bothlaughing as he walked back down the corridor to the kitchen and forthe next several days he was neither spoken to nor spoke to anyoneelse. He was pinning his hopes on a speedy reversal of hiscondition.The following Friday his uniforms were again exchanged. This timethe originals were returned altered and the others taken away. Whenhe looked at the bra cups on the corsets even he couldn't help butnotice how much bigger they were and that he now filled them.