The girls of Saint-Alban le Martyr wore uniforms, which was unusual for France, but not outstandingly. Each girl wore white knee-high socks and blouse..., complete with a school tie. Atop that, they all wore light-grey pinafore aprons, which stopped a few inches above the knee. It was an attractive uniform, Eden had to admit, and smiled softly as he pulled out a telescopic baton, extending it to its full length and tapping the palm of his hand with it.?This is a strip search!? bellowed Eden,. "You should wash them every night before you getinto bed and leave them to dry overnight in the bathroom. I let you offlast night because you were obviously very tired. You can wash your usedthings now before you come down to breakfast."After breakfast we had another day shopping. I bought even more knickersand some skirts and blouses. Mummy bought me a teen bra. I could see fromthe illustration on the pack that it was meant for girls who hadn't yetdeveloped breasts. "You can wear it under your. My hard cock twitching around with excitement. She sat down beside me on the bed and shook the baby powder all over my upper thighs and cock. She had a sleeve less dress on and I could see the whole side of her left tit as she leaned over. Her dark brown nipple was hard and sticking out about a inch from her pointed tits.I gasped and moaned as she moved her hand down rubbing the inside of my thighs, moving her long soft fingers up the crevice. It felt so good and it made my cock jump around. The depravity of what I was doing suddenly overwhelmed me as I came again – really hard – so hard it felt as if I was shaking to pieces. Afterward, I slumped down, whimpering softly, totally spent, but still staring at Randys semi-hard cock. He picked me up and dumped me unceremoniously on the couch. I remember that I stared up at him defiantly, almost hating him. He just smiled and crawled between my open legs, slamming his cock into me again. I didnt move for a while, but then cried out,.