The hot water encased my body, the warm sensation making my whole body respond. I picked up the bar of soap, and as I ran it across my chest, my nippl...s responded to the slippery soap. I could feel my nipples harden as I rubbed my breasts, my nipples sending erotic signals to the extremities of my body. Slowly I soaped the upper half of my body, slowly working towards my stomach, and lower. I reached the top of my legs, lifting one leg out of the bath, and beginning at my foot and working back. As it was, everyone was on the street and with all the traffic lights, everything was moving a lot slower than I wanted.Ms. Morgan glanced at me and asked, “What was the witnessed incident about?”I didn’t like that either but recounted it, in as much detail but as briefly as possible. I held back the names of the two girls Francine had been with, making it sound like I didn’t get a very good look at them.Ms. Morgan shot me a glare and then hit the brakes hard because the van in front of us had. I looked around the room and then back at him. His eyes were still locked. I dropped my knees to both sides, giving him maximum visible access. I continued turning back and forth and faked a yawn, stretching my arms over my head and arching my back. The stupidest thing went through my mind. I wished I had not worn panties. Panties. Dropping my hands to my lap I spun the stool a little further. I stopped with my back to him as if to look out the window. His phone call was about done so I snuck. They simply ignored him until finally, deciding that they would do their own unpacking, they waved him away without a word."Let's get unpacked," Effie said, with a giggle. "Otherwise our friend in the closet will be feeling that he's serving no real purpose."Over the next few minutes the girls unloaded the contents of their cases into the closet and the rail-slave was soon struggling with the weight of the garments. Of course, he was strapped against the wall of the closet so there was no.