Come along," the redoubtable Miss James encouraged. "You will be needing your uniform, then you can start your classes."Linda had been less than thril...ed with her previous school uniforms. She shuddered to think what monstrosities this prison would force her into. She found herself hustled along the hardwood floor of a gloomy passage, into a wider, brighter hall flanked by well lit classrooms. At the end of the hall, she was swung to the right and almost collided with a group of girls. Their. “Are you going to cum? I want to do it with you…” As I felt myself shoot liquid over my hand (I though I was urinating), I felt his hands holding my cheeks tighten, and he slammed his stiff cock all the way in, and started to shoot a warm fluid into my throat. It did not taste like urine; and I wondered what it was. He kept my face still as he shot more and more into my mouth, saying dirty things like, “Let your daddy shoot into your pussy-mouth…”, and, “That’s right, baby, cum – I won’t tell. Try to arouse some jealousy.Perhaps not, the girl in the other building likedeverybody.I had to think fast. “He said you didn’t like talkingto other people in this company.” I said, about to puther in a corner to reveal a feeling for me.“But you don’t work for this company,” she replied.“Not this one, but we all fall under the sameumbrella.”“Do you feel like I wouldn’t want to talk to you?”“No, after all you are here,. It was a long time until Ilse recovered her composure sufficiently for Rebekkah to learn just what had happened to her. And her account came out falteringly and in disconnected sentences. Even at the end of the day when the two of them nestled together under the thin tablecloth that Rebekkah made into makeshift bedclothes, it wasn't clear whether Ilse had yet managed to recognise just who her saviour and new companion was. But there were glances and long puzzled stares that told Rebekkah that.