"Oh, I always love this. Fuck me with your tongue, Greg. Ya, just like that. Eww."I go over and sit down next to Greg, not really to watch, more to si... there and play around with his dick which is getting pretty hard again. I really like playing with it. I've heard girls talk about their boyfriend's dicks being their favorite plaything in the world, and I can see why. It seems an endless source of fascination. And, it's pretty hard."Oh, god, Greg, harder, harder, I'm about ... OOOOH, OOOOH,. ’ He looked towards me, naked now and getting really excited at the thought of watching him take Jo’s bottom in this way. Would she like it? I hoped so. He was silently asking my permission so I nodded ‘Yes’ at him and he went back to kissing Jo. His hands travelled over her bottom, caressing and stroking, before his fingers found the shallow channel between her cheeks. A sharp intake of breath indicated he had found her tight little hole and I could see him move aside her knickers and gently. .." Her voice trailed off for a second. "Obviously I wasn't totally honest about everything..." She blushed again as she looked down at her boobs."That doesn't matter to me" I said, and I saw her eyes brighten for a moment. "What does matter is that I know you, and on top of that you are my teacher."Her eyes saddened again "Yes I understand, I have no right to pursue one of my students. I apologize..." Her voice trailed off again. "Sorry?" I asked, confused. "I thought you would be mad at me.". Priscilla had no illusions about her status, but reasoned that if she played her cards right she could be promoted to parlour maid where she might meet some rich visitor who could be persuaded to take her into his bed, and then blackmailed into taking her up the aisle to a life of luxury.To give her credit, Priscilla worked hard, as well as conniving and plotting and by 1937 she was under-parlour maid and performed such duties as laying and lighting fires, tidying rooms, and clearing away used.