He was in Sera's room, alone in the other boy's bed, surrounded by the eerie empty silence of a deserted house. He got up, feeling damp and sticky bet...een his legs and his back. He went to have a shower and wash the feeling away. The soap and shampoo reminded him of Sera's smell, suds stung tender flesh and the new bite wound on his hip. Bare wrists went to his throat to find the wide leather collar still in place. With a sigh his fingers went to the buckle, and he was more than a little. He stared where she was pointing, assessing. He shook his head. “You’re not thinking, girl. The dolphin hasn’t been born that could clear that.”“One has,” she corrected him. “Minacou. You have to see her to believe it.”“Maggie, I did see her,” he said patiently. “Remember they went up just after I showed? I know he’s been sick, but I would have expected her to make it a little higher.”“She doesn’t do it with him. She always stays right with him when they go together. I think she doesn’t want to. Eing asked to take your panties down and show your bum to an old man, while he sat behind his big oak table and jacked-off, was only one of lives experiences I was exposed to as a young girl, in my first year at boarding school.The master in question, was regarded by all girls as a 'Dirty Simpleton', don't ask me who christened him, but it suited all, especially as he had a steady stream of girls, willing to drop-them for him to wank off to.When I was first introduced to him, he sat me down and. It was so natural then, that Jim and Carmen became a couple, as did Amanda and I. I knew from their body language that Carmen was preparing herself for Jim at a faster rate than cautious Amanda was for me. A part of me wanted to worry about that, feel inadequate, but I pushed it down in a corner of my mind. I led my blonde guest to a discussion of how the pulsating water felt… all around her. ‘Have you ever enjoyed feeling like this before?’ I inquired. I saw from the look crossing her face.