"Good." said the Matron. "I'll get doctor Stevens to give her a quick once-over later. Anything else?" she asked as she leafed through the pages on he... clipboard and wrote 'doctor' against Mrs. Gough's name on the list."Not a sausage, Matron. It's been quiet." Good-oh!" she chirped and made her way out of the office to the lift, pressing the button for the top floor. The old lift creaked and groaned as it made its way ponderously to the very top of the house, jerking to a halt when it reached. Vicky sat down first in the corner and I sat next to her, immediately running my hand below her dress and along her thighs. She parted her legs for me as I started to kiss her neck and continue to whisper in her ear how much I wanted to fuck her. Her legs parted even more, and I moved my fingers up to her naked pussy, shocked at how wet she was already. I gently rubbed her swollen clit as she let out a soft moan and writhed around on the seat in response to my strokes. "I want you to lick your. Go ask the manager to suck his cock in payment for our dinner. I want to see you come back with a mouthful of cum or I shall severely punish you."She left and he watched her go talk to the manager and then the man took her to the back storage room. In twenty minuts she returned with a mouth full of cum. She was deeply humiliated. He grabbed her cheeks and told her "swallow the cum like a fucking whore. A whore like you is better than a credit card." They got up and left as every man watched her. Here was her First Lance, the most gruff and overbearing man in existence... And he was winning friends. He was popular with the Houses, he was popular with the soldiers. He always seemed to be right. He had to teach her things, not the other way around. Really, what was the point? Of the two of them, one was clearly unnecessary. And it wasn't him. Of course, she said nothing of these things, and if anyone noticed her frustrations, they didn't comment.In this way the days passed, and eventually.