And mine is fairly standard." But, isn't it supposed to be like a finger? When we practiced in the lessons, we were told to hold out one finger for th... other girl to suck. Sister Winifred was so embarrassed, it was funny," it carried on. "We had to pair off, and one pretended to be the boss, sorry, you know, "the Master," and the other was the collar, then we swapped round. We could hardly stop giggling." It was smiling at the recollection."But this is so strange; not what I imagined it would. She stood back and studied him. He was a few years older than his picture…fleshed out some…maybe thirty pounds more than the driver’s license showed… and he wasn’t quite as cute. Still he wasn’t at all bad looking and his manhood was certainly everything she could want. It looked like he might have a cute butt still…although she couldn’t be sure since he’d been on his back since she’d arrived. He wasn’t aroused…but she could fix that. She walked to the head of the bed and leaned over and kissed. Yes I followed them.I don't know why, just ... I dunno, a magnetic pull or something.No, it wasn't the kid, although she was pretty, but Mum was really pretty. I could see her bikini through the sarong she had put on. Shocking pink two-piece that really only just about covered her sex. Turns out it was a thong, nothing but string and the sarong she had on didn't hide anything. I remember thinking, wow! What a hot ass. The top half didn't have much to say either, just barely covering her nipples. 'Prove it ' is an absolute command. The sorority sisters are not here in person, so they need visual proof you obeyed. Take off your pyjamas and hand them to me. And then put your hands on top of your head. We don't want you covering up, now do we?" Peggy was smiling warmly but chuckling to herself.Irene shrugged her shoulder and took all her clothes off and stood at attention with her hands atop her head as Peggy told her initial proof meant taking many photos of her in various positions on.