It had a good reputation but... A delicate cough interrupted my thoughts. I looked up from the Westmouth prospectus to see Clarissa standing at the en... of the table. Her loose golden curls perfectly framed an impossibly pretty face with high cheekbones, perfect button nose and piercing sapphire eyes. Yet despite her immaculate appearance—white blouse, black, knee-length skirt, and matching heels—and her air of effortless elegance, she looked nervous, demure even, as she held her hands in front. I was still silent, trying to absorb it all, so she continued. "That takes professionals, and a special school you'll attend. The people who'll actually be training you are first class, thoroughly experienced. I don't doubt that you'll be all we hope for in plenty of time for your debut in ... let's say ... six weeks! You won't recognize yourself!" I was addled. The lateness of the hour, the deliciously distracting yearning in my crotch. Her hand slipping up and down on my penis. I. We walk past my old room and for a second, I pull back. You and David keep walking and I stop to peer into the barred gate. The room stands empty now, but there will always be ghosts here for me. The cold iron of the gate chills my hands as I stare into the darkened room. David turns back to look at me and calls out, "Alexus, are you coming?" He holds out his hand and smiles and I wipe my tears quickly and smile back."Yes Master, I'm right behind you...." The room you show us is beautiful and. It was too late. My dad had opened the door. He stood gauging at our naked bodies tangled together on the bed. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself. I was so embarrassed, but Tracy and Stacy didn't make any effort to cover themselves. My dad had already turned to leave. Not knowing what to say, I watched him go. I spent the rest of the evening in shock at my dad seeing me fucking two women. I loved the thought of my new found sexual freedom, but I.