I assume it is the receptionist from earlier but I don’t like surprises, so rather than go myself I order Amelie to rise and open the door while I g...t within eyeshot behind her. It is indeed Linnea at the door. Her confusion as to why she needed to come here is quickly replaced by surprise and embarrassment at being met by a naked woman with cum on her face. This gives me ample time to take control of Linnea’s mind, and she enters the room without a murmur. I address Amelie as she closes and. I pulled on myjeans and a shirt, and headed down to the bar. As I walked in, inthe corner sat Ron and another man equally large as Ron, approx.6'6 and close to 300 pounds. When I saw Ron, he looked and me andsmiled, motioning me over to his table.When I sat down, he turned to his buddy and said, "See, I toldyou we would be getting laid tonight."I blushed, knowing that what he said was true. His friendintroduced himself as Bill and asked Ron if I was the same girlhe had met and fucked last. We still had to wait for Miss Bellamy, as she would escort usto dining room. No first classers were allowed to move from classrooms or anyother place to dining room without a teacher or a prefect as a leader (hadthey copied this thing from the British Army?). Naturally Miss Bellamy camein time - being out of time was as close to capital offence one could gethere and that was a rule for both staff and students. She looked at me andasked how did I feel?. I had to admit that I felt confused,. I felt so stupid sitting there with goofy pink curlers in my hair. I wanted to die as I sat there staring at my reflection in the mirror. As soon as she finished the last curler, she took out a bottle of bright pink nail polish and proceeded to polish my fingernails and toenails. "You know something. I think pink is your color. We'll do another coat after I finish my shower and get dressed. By then your hair should be dry enough to take out your curlers and see how you look with some curly.