" I whispered."Right," said Anne, "remove your knickers now and put them on your kitchen table." Anne, I can't. My husband or son could wander in any ...inute. I can't do this now." I said."Do it now Mary or we won't meet later. Is that what you want?" she said rather sternly."Of course I don't want that. I can't wait to see you again." Then take of your knickers and put them on the table!" she ordered.I did as I was told. Quickly listening out for my husband and son and hearing nothing of them,. "What do think, James? I think they have a point. Since men's swim wear is topless, I think women should also be topless," Paul joked."Hey, you don't have to twist my arm," said Ann as she peered through half-closed eyes in the sunlight. "I'm all for clothing optional recreation. Come on sis! You need to get with the program!"Nancy tried to ignore her younger sister and the calls from her boyfriend and brother-in-law for her to drop her top, but they were insistent."Come on Nancy! We'll all. Their teacher, Sister Olivia, was strict beyond measure. She was nicknamed the Sphinx, as in the Sphinx that the enslaved Jews made while being whipped and yelled at. She had short blonde hair and glasses, a woman in her late twenties who would be very beautiful if she wasn’t always scowling.“Now class, we will continue where we left off yesterday in translating Leviticus. Marcus, we had stopped at Book 6, Verse 1. You may begin.”She spoke sternly, as if hungry for something to be mad about.. I pulled her back and stood up. She stood up and I turned her around and pressed her up against the wall of the shower. She lifted her leg to the bench, which I assumed that was an open invitation. I moved behind her and pushed her arms up over her head where she found the special handle I had installed for such an occasion. My hands slipped between her legs and I found her moist, wet and ready. My fingers gently slipped over her clit and she gasped. ‘James, please,’ she breathed. That was all.