- - - - She wasn't even sure how she had slept that night. Abigail stared at the ceiling for longer than she should have before her head tilted onto...the pillow and settled on Trixie's bed. The slender curve of the older girl gently moved with each steady breath. Her hair sat in a tangled pool on her pillow and her arm lay along her side with her hand resting on her hip. How, even in her slumber, could Beatice be so beautiful? Her thoughts turned to yesterday, to what she saw. Trixie was. .. " I say as your face drops a bit. "have a seat" I say pulling out the drawer to my vanity. You relish in the fell of my touch and the tenderness of the soft fluffy brushes as make you up to look your part. "there, that’s so much better now" you return to the mirror and hardly recognize your own reflection. It's so strange but so natural all at the same time. "Do, you like it?" "I.... I can't believe that’s me..." "Now then... pick those gloves up and go make use of them. Those dishes aren't. She placed her hands around my shaft and started jerking me off as I undid the knot of her bikini top and took it off her. Now she was standing topless in front of me. I cupped both her tits in my hands, softly massaging them while she kept jerking me off.And then I broke the kiss and took her tits in my mouth, sucking and licking on her nipples alternately. It drove her over the edge and I could feel her breathing get more and more labored with the moment. All of a sudden she dropped on her. James then took hold of the heels. He slipped his feet into both shoesbefore the men grabbed him from the side and escorted him out of thebathroom for his intake interview with the head of the clinic.James took unwieldy steps as the men rushed him down the hallway. Hislegs felt wobbly underneath him, and he was only kept upright by thestrength of the orderlies who were largely carrying his weight.The men paused before the closed mahogany door with the words'Headmistress Constance Scott' carved.