True to his word about a week later he turned up with a beautiful gleaming brass cornet."Five quid to you, Jack, and I'll include music lessons."Now �...5 was a hefty sum of money in the mid 1950's but I was thrifty and careful with my money. Some might call me tight-fisted -- my brother does -- but I refute that statement. Just because Silas Marner and Ebenezer Scrooge are my role models doesn't make me POSB.I examined the instrument carefully. It bore the name Boosey and Hawks, which I knew was. Theirs’s had an element of truth versus blatant deceptions. Seeing their decay still reflected on my ageing. To camouflage menopause, personal upkeep was doubled down. My attire remained selected for attention, but conservatively. I went to the hairdresser weekly and there was not a sniff of exposed grey hair. Makeup, used sparingly, was my friend. Passing men’s second glances confirmed, I remained a woman. My new mantra was. I don’t need eggs; it means I’m free of monthly cramps!We owned a. ..rangggg...?" he monotoned. They laughed, but uneasily. The professor's expression was unreadable.Professor Hughes assigned separate rooms to himself and his students on the second floor. The girls were assigned to the West hall and the men the East. The professor's room was closest to the stairs, so he would keep an eye out for any shenanigans, especially from Lance and Mandy.He let them settle into their posh bedrooms while he unpacked and made sure his equipment was still working. . He takes my hands, and criss crosses them, and ties them to the headboard, with the silk scarves from the box. He restrains my legs with the other scarves. I hear many zippers zipping, things opening, and closing. Mark puts a vibrator into my pussy and turns it on. The vibrations feel amazing. He moves the vibrator along my clit and pussy lips. He is fucking me with the vibrator. “Vanessa, do you like that?” he asked. I told him I like it. “Vanessa, I will only let you have the vibrator, if you.