In the early hours she woke me, put on her nightdress and bade me go back to my own room till the morning. I was woken at 8 by my mum in order to go t... school. The girls always left first, their school being a little further than mine and their start time 15 minutes earlier. They would stay to school lunch but I came home to eat. I hated school meals. Mum waved them goodbye from the front door, walked into the lounge, put her hands up her skirt and slid her knickers to the floor. “One more. . you." She remembered her confusion and awkwardness as she'd stared at herself in the mirror. She'd been 14, and she'd been more self-conscious about her breasts than when they'd first started to bud. They looked misshapen and they always seemed to be in the way. "Call it a girl thing." Call it a woman thing," he reproved her gently. "Women have breasts, girls don't." He kissed them again, and she could feel his kisses go deep inside her. His fingers slid across her tummy, finally dipping. Lunch had finished a half an hour before, and Cindy and Suzie were in their room on the afternoon break. The morning had sped by. Their first stop -- not counting the cock-riding crop assault on Suzie along the side of the road -- had been the administration building. James had led the girls to the storeroom in the basement, where all their clothes had been confiscated. They'd been issued Steinway uniforms, which consisted of short white dresses which barely covered the girl's cunts.After what. She wore a pink spaghetti-string tank top that hid little of her small, perk breasts and nipples. She had on a thong bikini bottom; the back was nothing more than a string running between her firm ass cheeks. On her small, delicate feet were high-heeled sandals–her toenails screamed cherry red, and I immediately wanted to suck them. Marie led me through the main building to a long hallway with rooms on each side. My room was one of a number of small apartments on the ground floor.