" It gave the name and number of a very exclusive girls' finishing school in the city. John had heard of these Swiss finishing schools - they were whe...e the ultra-rich sent their daughters after high school, where they would learn the skills a wealthy heiress would need in starting her adult life. Things like party planning, instructing staff, how to behave on a yacht, getting in and out of low-slung sports cars without showing their underwear, that kind of thing. "Might be interesting, he. "Oh crikey!" said Court again. "You could go up in flames. I'll bet your house needs rewiring." Probably but I can't afford an electrician to do a major job." But your lives are at risk. You really ought to get it done, Jean."She shrugged."The fact that you're having to mend fuses so often indicates that your wiring is faulty unless you've bought something that takes a lot of power."Jean snorted. "No washing machine, no dishwasher and no electric kettle," she said. "Only the oven and the hob.". He had stopped and starred at her as she walked on by, and although she fought so desperately to resist the temptation of turning around and looking right back at him, she lost control, and then dropped her little purse just to see what would happen, and also to give herself a plausible excuse to turn around and go back without giving away her true motive. She had only gone a few yards down the road when he caught up with her and said in his very smooth matter of fact voice, “excuse me ma’am. When I started to soap up my cock it got erect fast since I knew I was being watched. I looked in the mirror and my friend’s mother was still there but now her face changed to a curious look. I soaped up my butt and started to wash my cock. It was so hard now and I could feel it throbbing. I slowly started to masturbate and closed my eyes but I was facing the mirror. When I opened up my eyes I saw my friends mother with a shocked look on her face and her hand over her mouth. She must have been.