My sisterswere less impressed, especially my elder sister as I'd annoyed her bygetting to wear foundation and powder when she had not - and she let me...now it when no-one else was listening. Then again, she was not thatannoyed with me as she asked me what it was like. She even asked if Iwould help her put some on when mum was out on a Saturday and our dadwould be asleep.Wow! Of course I agreed. But that's also a digression...Once on the stage it was obvious I was going to win as the other. It was May of 1965 and the miniskirt was everywhere, even the women way out in the country was wearing them. Rachel bought a closet full of miniskirts and mini-dresses and she was a born and bred farm girl. Robert and Jethro couldn't take their eyes off her beautiful long legs and firm, muscular thighs. They seem to live for the quick glimpses of her panties as she sat and crossed her legs. The thing that really surprised me the most was that Rachel loved every second of their attention. I was. Off we went. As soon as we were in the smoke room and had lit our smokes I reached under her dress and started rubbing her pussy. To my surprise she was already wet and juicy, just like I like her. I fingered her as we smoked and at one point Kay leaned forward and I slipped 3 fingers into her from behind. Good thing no one else was in the room or they would have gotten a free show. I slowly fingered until she had a small orgasm. My hand was pretty soaked by then. After she calmed down we. Asking for the message left for you, you walk away and open the envelope."Hello, little one," it began. "Here is the key to Room 414. You will find further instruction there. I am thrilled by your courage and obedience. With fond affection, Master."You look at the key and turn back as you feel yourself being watched. The man who handed you the key was staring at you and smiling. He knew. No one at school knew the slut that lay deep within you. But, he did. He knew why you were here. He knew you.