"I suppose you're going to start callingme Maxine now." `Maxine?' `Maxine?' Oh, no. Melanie. I looked it up; means`black.' Your hair used to be b...ack, and once you're made over, itwill be again."I'm the kind of guy whose hair turns white instead of falling out. Imentioned this, and she said, "Yes. They say baldness is a sign ofvirility. Sort of fits, doesn't it?"That hurt. Here I thought my virility was better than ever after allour bedtime games, and apparently she didn't. Why not? . Frank, the runningback, asked me how come I still had on my shoes. I told him, “if you are lucky, you might just find out. I promise you, I only have 6 articles of clothing on.”We were all pretty loose and the game began. Being a tomboy and having a close relationship with my dad, I knew how to play poker, and was pretty good at it. After a couple of hands, Peter was down to his pants and underwear, as was Frank. Joe, who obviously had played some poker, had his shirt, pants, and underwear. I sat in almost total shock as the trainpulled away again, it was 3pm in the afternoon, how long had I been asleep withmy skirt up and my pussy on show. At least no one in the carriage seemed to betaking any notice of me. Eventually my breathing returned to normal and italmost felt like it had been a dream but then I remembered the boy puttingsomething inside me. I couldn?t feel it and realised it must bequite deep and I better make my way to the ladies to try and retrieve it. Standingin the. And your body reciprocates when I am fucking you, unlike the girls in our college, Fathima. I enjoyed it thoroughly.”She gave a broader smile and asked “Ah…Ma’am to Fathima….But don’t forget that I am your Fathima Madam in the outside world and in my bedroom I am your lover Fathima and you are my stud.”I just nodded and she asked softly and in good mood “Baby, Did you enjoy fucking your Fathima teacher.”I told her with a little hesitation ”Actually Fathima , I was looking at you and your body.