" Yes. Very!" squirmed Janice as she thrust her little bud against thetissue.I realised that here was a little secret about Janice I had never knownab...ut before. I knew she was ticklish under her arms and around herknees and feet, but I had never known about this special place before.Janice humped again as I fingered the little bud. She squeaked andgasped as I peered closely and removed the tissue as I carefullyfingered the bud."It's growing!" I squeaked with surprise."Yee-ess, it does if you. I was shocked as she pulled her gown up to reveal her stilletto shoes stockings and the very start of her suspenders. I couldnt see her knickers & I darent look either just saw the rest from the corner of my eye as I darent take my eyes away from her demanding glare, tempted to the max though I was. " IS THIS WHY YOU WANT TO WORK HERE?" she asked as she stroked her smooth stocking clad leg, Now I had to look away at that distraction, I focused intently, and replyed " No Not really " "WHY" then. Indeed, it has been my experience that given the correct combination of circumstances the subjects themselves devise the programme of their own best adjustment. The natural desire of the human female to please means that most of those I encounter are easily shaped to meet the requirements of my clients.Two aspects of my work with Harwell Tusker's wards surprised me, however. Firstly, there was the vigour with which they engaged with the programme. The enthusiasm with which they responded to the. Names, characters, and incidents are figments of the authors’ imagination. Any resemblance to events and/or persons is entirely coincidental. Copyright © UnXpected, 2011 Our eyes locked for a minute, before I look her up and down. She looked good, and I know she knew it. Her hair; Jet black in a Page Boy style, Brown skin, Almond shaped eyes, a revealing fishnet black shirt with no bra. Was that her nipple caught in one of the many holes in the material? I got excited, as I imagined taking her.