The idea of spending 3 years doing an English Literature course she so desperately tried to get out of had slowly been eating away at her morale for t...e past 2 months of summer holiday. She had told her dad how she despised the idea of being forced to read Dickens, Faulkner, even fucking Shakespeare with all his old fashioned colloquialisms. No, that wasn’t for her, she just wanted to model. She had already garnered the attention of several agencies; she knew they liked her perky C cup breasts. I wondered what he is doing on the shelves. I watched him silently. He opened the wardrobe now and was searching in between the dresses. I was curious what he was looking for.He took out a panty of mine now and was looking at it. I felt very angry, what a pervert he is. I wanted to scream at him but wanted to watch his next move. He came to the door and closed it partly and ensured nobody was coming up.He took my panty close to his face and kisses it and started to sniff like a dog. I was. .MILES.....AHH...Ohh....”, she moaned once more.When I was sure she was done, I pulled my hand from her shorts and leaned in to kiss her.“That was great”, she said, smiling at me, “Now I know why boys are always touching themselves down there”Lanie looked down at my crotch, and sure enough, she saw my fully erected dick. She smiled as she grabbed the waist band of my shorts and pulled them and my boxers down to expose my dick and balls.Lanie’s eyes widened when she first saw my cock. It was. When I didnothing she repeated it louder. "Drink!" she commanded. By now Jeremyand Catherine were staring at me."Why, Ophelia, we are waiting for you. Is there something wrong?" I put the glass to my lips and pretended to sip it but she forced it tomy lips. "A large drink!" As I jerked my hand from her the glass felland shattered. I sank to my chair. Jeremy moved to help me but theContessa held up her hand. She took me by an earring and pulled me backup. "You wretch! Did you not think I was.