She held them to my nose and I grabbed them, inhaling the wonderful fragrance of the wet crotch. I stuck them in my mouth and sucked them; the taste o... my sisters love juice drove me insane.Ankita pulled my pants to the floor and held her dress up, showing me the curly blonde hair surrounding the pink lips of her slick pussy before she moved forward and sat on my cock. Her hand held her pussy open; I sat there watching as if it was happening to someone else, not me. I felt the heat of her hot. They'd been issued Steinway uniforms, which consisted of short white dresses which barely covered the girl's cunts.After what had happened to Suzie, neither she nor Cindy had said a word in protest about the uniforms, or the fact that they'd been made to strip naked and change into the dresses in front of both James and Mr. Keats, a fat, leering little man who'd made nasty comments while watching the girls strip.Mrs. Grotten had laid out the first day rules for them. None of the other students. Indeed, you have married a Scotsman Lady Lott. Quite something, I would never have thought you would have married someone so... rare, exquisite and so untamed." Bartand noticed her smile, that was aimed at him primarily."Love can be found in many places, Lady Cornish. I was lucky to find it with Bartand." Pixie said bitting away her anger.Lady Cornish smiled."Indeed, infact I don't blame you... a Scotsman like Bartand is truly a find. Wish I had found him first indeed, and made him a. Arriving and waiting for him to be ready for me was always an embarrassing experience. He required a certain kind of look from me when dressing for him. In public, it usually wasn't too scandalous, especially when coming to his bar. It did, however, always require me to be braless and wearing a low cut top – either some kind of scooping neckline or something with buttons or snaps or zippers that is opened significantly. He insists that when I arrive that I remove any coat that I might be.