..?" The... hell?" she asked in a low mezzo-soprano, and looked down atherself.I realised one of my feet was cold. One of my sandals had fallen off in...he fight. I hobbled over to it, trying not to put any more than thetips of my toes in the grass, and slipped it back on.When I looked back at Daniel, she had pulled the collar of her shirt outand was looking down it, while reaching up into her shirt with her otherhand. She was apparently giving herself a breast exam."Dude, I've got tits..." she. Bryony? Heavens sake! That was even worse!”She kept us at it for over an hour before she decided that she was satisfied that we could reproduce what we had learned when we got back to wherever we had come from.Finally though we were told that we had completed our first course and that we could leave.Mrs Danbury waited while we undressed and returned our uniforms and our feminising underwear. Only then did she unlock each of the cupboards that held our clothes. Nothing was said about the metal. The only problem was that I had a huge throbbingerection lifting the front of my skirt. I dared not touch it for fearthat I would not be able to hold back from spurting copiously, soaking myknickers and very possibly the front of my dress as well. I carried thetray at a height to try and hide the outline of the tentpole under mydress. While serving my mother-in-law I felt her hand reach up the backof my dress to stroke my knickers. Alice laughed. "I don't mind youfondling the maid's bottom,". You cant even look away from his face, thanks to the way they trapped your head between your knees. Davids face is there every time you open your eyes, twisted in sick pleasure as he rapes you. Why are you doing this? you whisper. I wouldve said yes if youd asked me. This is so much more fun, though. David kisses the back of your knee. When little girls are scared, their pussies are so much tighter and wetter. Besides, youre pretty when youre crying. He rubs his thumb over your clit, and a.