Seated at a table that stood by a bay window in the lounge were our “guests” for tea; two elegantly dressed, shop-window dummies. “You are all f...r too inexperienced to practice on any of us,” Miss Carson announced, seeing our looks of disbelief at being expected to wait on mannequins. “When you can do things properly for Amanda and Sally here, you MAY be allowed to try serving Miss Matilda or her guests.”First of all we had to lay up a table for afternoon tea. Miss Carson stood by explaining. It was last winter, my thinking about it got so bad, and I was not in control anymore. I was in school and just about destroyed myself with my wild parties."My studies were never done on time and I was always cutting classes. I came home for New Year's. Cecil did not have a date at first and then he asked Pamela to go with him for the New Year's ball. I got pissed. I called Pamela, but she said she had been invited. If Cecil wanted to take me out, then she would back off. He never came near me.. She was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, so she never drank much. Tonight would not be an exception. Dave wanted her sober and clear headed so she could enjoy the entire experience. Ami had attempted to keep her bearings, but quickly lost herself in the myriad of twists and turns. The limo had continued for about 30 minutes when she felt it pull to a stop. She heard a door open and she heard voices, but that was all. She couldn’t see anything other than the blindfold covering her eyes,. Lawrence tore at her bodice. He ripped cord and seam in order to expose the girl's slight breasts. He bit into one.She shuddered and squawked."Pull them up, you child slut." Lawrence pulled on his cock. His foreskin winked at the trembling girl.Marie hoisted her skirts. Her bloomers were bright white.Soon, Lawrence thought, they would bear the red stain of his debauching.He tugged Marie's dainties to her knees and pinned her to the floor. Slowly, he wriggled his cock up to the slot that offered.