The skirt o these days always had an elastic waistband. She said it was to encourage my safe driving and warned me that she would stop doing all this ...f I drove rashly or too fast. I was absolutely in agreement and very rarely overtook or drove more that 45 km per hour.As time passed and she realized I was being a very good boy as far as my driving was concerned, she started removing her panties, although the unhooked bra was yet on being the only article on her body.. As we moved into the. I manage to smile, even though its just a faint bit. But dear, theres something you must understand. She sets her arm on my shoulder and looks into my eyes. When you dont present yourself respectably, you cant expect everyone to treat you with respect. What? You just need to cover yourself up a bit more modestly. Thats all, sweetie! Would you like to go to the office to change your shirt? Though I could never work up the courage to say this, why cant those nasty boys get sent to the office. 'Of course you could, now lets have no nonsense from you.' Diane spoke sharply to the girl. The maids face fell, her lips trembled at the sharp rebuke and the thought of the long cane.'Just bend over the picnic table there's a good girl, one stroke never hurt anyone.' Wendy trembled, but dutifully walked to the picnic table and leaned her hips against it, bending forward slightly. Her face turned to look at Diane.Veronica stood up and went behind the girl raising her loose skirt up over her. "I laughed. "Even her boobs are small," I said. "Not like my baby's." Itouched her breasts."None of that, you tart," Phyllis said, slapping at my hands."Remember, I'ma virgin." You are?" Well, it's been so long, I think I've healed," she said, grinning.These were our best moments, these empty pockets of time that fell inbetween our work moments. Phyllis really was sweet. She wasn't as soft asFlower, or as naive as I am. But she was a good woman, a good sissy. Ireally had fallen in love with.