Odd.He pushes it open slightly and peers inside. “Is anyone home? Kacy?” There is no answer. So he knocks again and calls out once more. “Jenny?...Kacy? Anyone home?”When no answer still comes, her pushes the door fully open and steps inside. The first thing he notices is the carpet. Except it’s not carpet but some kind of lush turf beneath his feet. It is something he has never seen before. And as for the air, it is thick with a heavy, rich scent, like the most carnal sex mixed with something. You may start by lifting your skirt and showing us that you are wearing regulation school knickers please.'I secretly loved the naughty feeling of having little choice, after all, I didn't want to be expelled from St. Mary's so I had to comply. Lifting the hem of my skirt, and looking suitably shamed, I watched all eyes glance to my small, lacy white knickers; Doctor Megan smiled.'Josie, those are not regulation knickers are they?' I shook my head. 'Well because of that we shall have no more. Was his revenge worth this risk? But then he remembered the ham fisted reconciliation attempt by Hume, and he smiled grimly. Besides, Ellen had exposed herself already, and he could not betray her in this. He set the draft aside for Friday.When he came home that evening, Richard had a lengthy conversation with his grandmother which left the old woman thoughtful. The next afternoon, Ellen Wilkes visited with Lady Lambert, like she did every Wednesday. They sat, drinking tea and eating cookies,. Yet I was dying for more.It seemed to take an hour, but was more like ten minutes, before his hips started to buck spasmodically, and he gave me the few delicious thrusts I craved. And then he came in me, hot, heavy spurts of his bareback seed, splashing against my cervix and tunnel walls, and yet I could not orgasm from it. I had reached a plateau, and his flurried ending was not enough to kick me off the edge of the climax cliff.He finished, and lay atop me, squashing me to the floor, and I.