'Our dad is a Perv'. Emma lay on her side looking at me after I told her dad had walked-in and caught me mid stream.'It's not his fault if he catches ...s masturbating', I was defending him, but Emma knew something I did not.'He's not catching us, he watches us and films us, then shows the film to like minded men who jerk off to us'.A million things and images were flapping around inside my head, and an equal number of questions were formulating, but nothing was coming out.Emma could see that,. My bum hurts, so obviously there was some buggery involved. I just don’t know who pounded my arse! Then again, my cunny’s rather sore as well, and you know what that means! Where are we, anyway?” Megan told me as she kissed me fiercely on the mouth.“Coup de foudre?” I asked, being rather curious about Megan’s affections right then.“Precisely! I’m pretty sure that’s what happened between us. The thunderclap, as our French hosts would translate that, I think. At least, I think that our hosts are. .anticipation makingme shiver. No sooner had I dressed than Mistress Margaret arrived."Time to start your real training" she winkedShe showed what she had in her hand. It was a pink collar with the name"Marcella" picked out in diamonds. I knelt bowing my head and allowed herto collar me. I heard the lock click into place and I sighed, finally Ihad become what I truly was....I brushed down my apron ensuring that it was straight. It was so good tobe back in uniform. I had really enjoyed my time. My sister had made unsuccessful attempts to restore their good behavior in a variety of ways including cajoling, withdrawal of allowance or computer access but, as she put it, she was at her ‘wit’s end’. No measure she took convinced either of the girls to revert to the polite children they had been a short time before. She asked if I would come over and talk with them. Her thinking was that perhaps they would see my disappointment in them and want to revert immediately. Na?, perhaps, but.