Jesus wept.Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so li...tle flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty. “Do not disappoint me again” said the headmaster. “This really will not do. Not only can you not satisfy me with your boy cunt, your throat is no use to me either! Well, we will have to fix this as soon as possible”.With tears in my eyes, partly from the throat fucking and partly from the shame of letting the headmaster down, I exclaimed “I am so sorry Sir, please teach me how to satisfy a real man Sir, I promise to be good in future!”“Well ok then” said the head, “there may be something we can. I brought a nice stash of garter belts, sheer panties and my nicest stockings for this trip. I really wanted to get my mind off of work, so I wanted to indulge in my wildest fantasies.” I even brought along some used stockings so that I wouldn’t have to worry about snagging them in the baths, some of which have little rough bottoms that can cause runs. I wouldn’t want to ruin expensive stockings that way. I save my new stockings for less risky occasions, such as meals and going out.” In fact,. Introductions were made, and Pete quickly learned that Larry was gone for the day. Upon hearing that, Pete’s interest perked up, because Sally was making no effort to cover her nakedness, and he could see her tongue subtly licking her lips, as if in anticipation. As a result, he was having difficulty with his bulging cock. He idly fingered the ring on his left hand, and he had a momentary pang of guilt over what he suspected was about to happen. But those were washed away when Sally stood up.