’ ‘Who cut your hair?’ ‘One of the cooks.’ A smile lurked on Kathryn’s face. ‘It’s the truth ma’am.’ Mrs Joyce was over-weight and...very pale. By comparison the daughter who entered the room just then looked super-fit and very tanned. ‘Hi.’ ‘Good evening Miss Joyce.’ ‘So they taught you manners inside?’ ‘I had manners before I entered the facility and haven’t forgotten them.’ ‘Did you have a hard time?’ ‘Losing your liberty is hard enough just be itself. But I suffered various degrees of. I, too, though was feeling his treasure trail against my cheek and when I looked forward I could see down into his loose jeans and the tip of his cock was sticking out from the top his shorts. I don’t think he had an erection but he wasn’t soft either and it was so close to my mouth that if it grew any more than an inch, it would be right at my lips. I rolled with the rhythm of the bouncing bus and tried to time my movement just right and when that moment came I quickly shifted my ass and his. After the shower, and soul searching, I change into some moreof Anna's old clothes. I started with a pair of bright yellow thongpanties, which were some of Anna's newest underwear, but thestyle meant that it fitted quite well. This was topped with the olddenim miniskirt and I went braless under the skimpy red T-shirttop, and that's the way I stayed until Anna arrived home justafter 2:00pm that afternoon.I was in a sullen mood since my tryst with Garry in our pool, andI felt pangs of guilt. Higgins was humming away to herself. Sarah kindly helped Sally blow-dry her hair and in doing so, made Sally believe she could trust Sarah to answer a question that had been bothering her so she whispered, “Why is it that my aunt wanted me shaved down there?” As she pointed down.Sarah whispered back. “Only Mrs. Higgins and Cook can grow hair there. Everyone else is bare like you Sally”.The humming had stopped, and Sarah took Sally’s hand and led her back into the room.The first thing Sally.