"Those are not regulation pants" Ann snapped placing her indexfinger firmly against the flimsy black lace covering Melody's furry mound.She launched i...to a further lecture about the rules concerning uniform, herface only inches away from the surprised Melody, surprised not just becauseof the manner in which she was being addressed but also because Ann was rubbingher finger up and down the knickers, along the line of her fanny. Within moments Melody stopped listening to Ann's voice and was lost. When we finished, Liz sat by my side. Will was still hard and rubbing his cock. I remembered Will's reaction earlier and asked Liz about any other sexual moments she had.Liz told me about a couple of daydreams she as when she is alone and relaxing. One is, she is at a party, alone in a room, a man walks in and locks the door. He grabs her and begins kissing her, his hands roaming over her body. She faints trying to push him off because she wants him to ravish her. His hand reaches under her. The painting, a small sculpture, and the photographs were all done by the same artist as a grouping. They are in what was his office.” “That is a nice tribute; you have almost a shrine of memory.” Artsy asked if she would consider showing them. “I know you all well enough, if you will stay just a little late when the evening ends, I will be happy to show off. Don’t be shocked though, these are not public art, and I want no comparisons to what I would look like today.” Later that evening their. It was the woman who I saw no longer in uniform, but in moreoffice like attire that I had seen from American sitcoms which we hadseen via a West Berlin TV station. Her red hair rested on her shoulders,but went down to the middle of her chest. Her chest was covered by asmall, black jacket covering a baby blue collared shirt. Her legs werecovered by a navy blue skirt and pantyhose and black high heels crownedher feet. Those blue eyes looked at me and seemed to be inspecting myphysical appearance.