He gives us our own private space to sleep, all the foodwe can eat, plus he has me sew not only the uniforms, but also casualclothing to wear when we ...ren't working. He also gives us free time off,and even a little money to spend. You just need to be sure and call him`Sir", obey his every command, and pay attention to details when doing yourjob." "I am happy to hear this." Alice said. "I was once in trouble like you, and now I am so glad I work for Mr. Clark." Jane continued. "I think I have. "A pretty skimpy meal out," she said. "These kids have enormous appetites."Rita grinned back then sucked her teeth in mock disapproval. "How about a tenner?" she replied."Done!" said Isobel. The two women smiled at each other. There was a rapport."Well," said Rita, "I think that about covers it. I shall be there all day every day to see that you're OK. Has anyone got any questions?"There was a short silence. Clearly everyone was satisfied with the arrangements."What about toothpaste?" asked. ‘Why do you have two?’ ‘This was my wife’s bike. She died about three years ago and it hasn’t been used since.’ There was no intention to elicit sympathy from her. I had pretty much gotten over Lisa’s death from the car accident but the look from Sara was one of sorrow, her big eyes exuding a warm and caring look. ‘I’m really sorry. I feel like an idiot, sticking my foot in my mouth like that.’ I smiled at her and said it wasn’t a big deal. Since I hadn’t mentioned the fact she died, she. She shrugged it off as part of the Frosh week frolics. Yesterday she had escaped any stripping and humiliation and told me she had enjoyed watching everyone else's dilemma. So she figured getting naked this week was inevitable.Her name was Francine and she had just turned 14 last week and her tiny training bra attested to her youth and physical immaturity. As I removed my underpants, Francine couldn't help but stare at my clean shaven genitals as my cock was, once again, on the rise. More.