So I closed my eyes and let the pleasure consume me. I let my hands go to her chest and began fondling her breasts. It was the first set of full breas...s I’d felt since I left Mary’s. She moaned. I felt her nipples harden through her blouse. “They’re very tender” she whispered. “The slightest brush feels good.” “You’re a horny one aren’t you?” I whispered kissing her throat. She nodded smiling. I lowered began unbuttoning her blouse until her beautiful breasts were exposed. I leaned in and. They kept their general positions, however. At least they talked like girls she had known.She turned to Victoria. "Let me guess. If I had been a teacher or staff member, anyone caught slouching would have been punished?" That's about it. We keep people near the door, listening for footsteps. Those wooden floors are good for something, anyhow. I hear that there used to be watchers, as well, but they were seen too often. They seem to know just when some of us are at our worst, too."Linda. Mistress likes to start our shows with a display of whipping as most guys seem to enjoy watching. I was led to the centre of the room and told to stand with my legs apart and hands on my head. Mistress took her favourite suede flogger and swished it a few times, inches from my body. Eventually she began on my back and then my tensed arse.Then she moved around to the other side and used it on her slut's breasts, my slave-ringed tits swinging with each blow. Finally on to my pussy, the flogger. Her mother, Ursola, and father, Janos, were the children of refugees from the 1956 Hungarian uprising. Their parents had escaped in the chaotic aftermath and had landed as legitimate refugees, first in Camp Kilmer, New Jersey, and finally settling in the City of New York.The Hungarian community gathered together to share their experiences at the Magyar Neighborhood House. It was there that Janos first met Ursola, discovering they both went to the same school. They began dating when Ursola.