” said the oaf and held thedoor open for us. He led us down passageways andstairs. I was completely baffled as to where in thetheatre we where b...t realised that it was somewhere inthe basement. At last we came to a room, he opened thedoor and ushered Pat inside and said to me.“Wait here!”“Are you OK Pat?” I asked.“Yes, I’ll be alright.” The door closed and I stoodthere for what seemed ages but on looking at my watchsaw that it had only been 5. Still though, it was a sizeable room and we occasionally sat on that bench to have our morning coffees as the rising sun warmed our backs.We sat on that bench talking, biding our time for a while delaying our drive to Diane’s to make sure that we didn’t impose on her dinner time.“Why this outfit Grey?”“What do you mean?”“Out of all of my clothes, why did you choose this outfit?”“I thought that’s what you were looking for?”“Well yes, it is, but a lot of outfits would have served the purpose that. Each week no matter how much my sisters and i tried to behave,we would always get something wrong and be punished for it.upon cleaning after dinner on saturday night,my sisters and myself would nerviously go to our rooms remove all our clothing and put on our dressing gowns,then go and stand in the hallway outside the dinning room door while our parents made the preparations inside,when this was completed all three of us would be summoned into the dinning room where we had to stand to attention. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. My stomach grows queasy as I quickly glance at my face in the mirror on the wall and smooth my sweating palms down my tight knee length black skirt. Slipping off my single button jacket, I reach up and unbutton one button on my crisp white blouse. Then another. Then another. The swell of my heavy breasts mounds over the top of my white lace bra, holding my blouse open.Shutting down my mind and reaching deep inside of me, I begin the seemingly.