Don't worry I'll give a good report to the Matron; shelikes to know how her girls perform," he laughed.Gerald wriggled out from under Michele and reac...ed for his coat. Hepulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket and lit one for each of them.Michele lay on the bed smoking, her dress still hiked up away from hersemen-soaked knickers; not very lady-like but practical.Gerald used a towel to wipe himself and then he pulled on his pants,zipped his flies, buttoned his shirt and stepped into his. "I thought we'd need these," she said. She pulled out a pair of scissors, a comb and a set of hairdresser's clippers. "Sit there, I'm going to clip your hair back to a manageable length. If you try to work out with your hair like that it will be plastered to your scalp and face with sweat and that's no good for your skin. When you're a bit fitter we might let it grow back again."I looked in disbelief as she plugged in the clippers. "But..." I began."No buts. If things are wrong we change them.. On Friday night I went to the same Cinema wearing five pair of pantyhose. I had a good pair of pantyhose on as my first layer. The other four pair each had a run in them but were far from destroyed. I often toss pantyhose with runs in them into a small basket for wearing during masturbatory sessions before throwing them out. The four pair were of various shades and type. I wore coffee, off-black, suntan and nude. Two were sheer to the waist style and the others had a conventional reinforced. To have to prove you did something like that to all your friends? That would be just too weird."Of course proof is required!" said Claire, like I was stupid. "The rest of the girls wouldn't agree to do it with you unless they all know that everybody else did it with you too." She acted like that actually made sense or something.Then I got this mental image of Marge, sitting on the edge of the bed, her PJ bottoms on the floor, her legs spread, with those rosy pussy lips gaping open and all.