." Beth started gnawing on her bottom lip, a sign I'd seen before and an indication of just how nervous she was. "I don't want to give them false hope..., but they seem so desperate." You want me to grab your Nikon and try the camera trick?" You mean get them into skimpy bikinis and take their pictures? Oh, yeah, I can just see how that would work! Maybe if I took them to the mall and had them try on some new clothes..." She mused."Sure, then take them back to your place and show them the magic. It was early September, and she found herself walking into the great hall of St Catherine's Institutional, skinny body fitted into the college’s drab grey uniform."This has got to be cruel and unusual punishment. We didn't have to wear ties at secondary or sixth form but they force us back into education and now want us to wear them?"Will, the only person at St Catherine's that Jessica knew, tugged at the shoddily tied knot around his neck. The two of them sat down in one of the neatly arranged. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my brassiere. I pulled the panties over my rear, the waistband riding low on my hips. My virgin sex clenched as a wicked sensation rippled out of me.I glanced down and saw my blonde pubic hair peeking through the panties’ slit.That wasn’t right. What was the point of wearing panties like these if my pubic hair peeked out? I smiled, this calm settling upon me. A bad girl didn’t need pubic hair. A bad girl was shaved. And why was I wearing this pointless bra?. For the next few weeks I kept my ego aside and started blowing his rod in his sleep, I knew sometimes I woke him up by having him in my mouth but he stayed silent and acted as if he was asleep so that I would blow him nicely,and I am pretty sure he enjoyed my blow jobs a lot because he has been craving for them.this continued for few weeks and one day during day time he became active and kinky and talked about it to me for the first time and asked me to deep-throat his rod as he is a really big.