I bent at the waist and pushed my tight little ass in his direction. I then stood up and turned back to face my Head Master. I pushed my panties down ...lowly revealing my completely shaved pubic area. Then I pushed further as my panties slid over the tip of my proud little cock. At that point Mr. L. said, “Stop and come closer.” Of course, I obeyed his command. I stepped to within inches of him. He had turned his chair and had his legs spread open. I stood there with my little boner peeking out. I want to see your cock up hard for me and watch you wank in that cubicle. I’m getting out now and you can follow me.”With that she stood and with my eyes locked on her swinging thighs and cheeky bottom she strolled toward her cubicle. I got out and followed her. My swim trunks straining over my erect cock must have looked ready to explode! Passing her cubicle and entering mine I knocked and told her I was back.“Take a look,” I heard from inside, “I’m ready.”With my eye pressed to the gap I saw. "I don't think that it was a conscious thought, more a reaction to what I saw when Guy joined us for lunch as Ugo's. You came alive, Marion. Your eyes sparkled and you flirted. I know Guy and he was just as interested as you were. That's why I made the suggestion that he take you to dinner. Where you go with him and what happens is up to you." Marion made no comment. Sylvie was right. She had felt a strong attraction to Guy. The more she had thought about it, the more she liked being Marianne.. All she wants to know is his hands. She likes them. She wants their touch. She does not protest the placement of the sheet. His hands continue their work. Flesh, hands, sensation, pleasure. From him, through her, returning to him. She is floating. She is warm. She breathes. There is a new sensation. Cool. He has moved her leg. This was agreed upon. This follows the rules. But the coolness. The sheet should shield her from the cool. The sheet. The sheet is not where it is supposed to be. Cool.