(No discount for me, I guess)."These dresses are great," she says. "They are so light and comfortable-- for women, anyway. I'm sure you'll enjoy it ...oo. You might evenwant two," she added, giggling again. (Now I'm really starting to thinkthat the LBD statement was a mistake.)She selected a blue lace dress. It was sleeveless with a subtle flowerlace pattern. It zipped in the back and was cut narrowly in the waist.The skirt flared slightly and fell just above the knee. "It'speriwinkle,". He lets go and whispers I know love, Im just sad you cut… Why didnt come to me? He sits back on his desk and looks deeply into my eyes. Looking down I mumble you would have over reacted Looking at me he stands up and holds out his right hand. We should head home. Placing my left hand in his right I stand. Looking at him, I frown and wonder if he is mad now that I turned him down and cut myself. We walk to the car in silence, him further a head of me. I can tell he is upset now. Normally we. "Arthur... please!" Sorry dear." He said, but made no attempt to hide it or even to stop looking at me.The woman came over to me and asked me to follow her. She led me over to Arthur who simply remained sitting, slowly wanking his cock.She stood behind me and undid my bra. Without letting it fall off me she ran her hands around my chest and cupped my breasts pushing my bra away. "Now look Arthur, that's all they are, little breasts, surely at your age you've seen enough."He nodded at her, still. We'd written a piece on them and were impressed with the welfare and care the children received and the standard of their schooling. Two boys had been chastised while we were there but we didn't consider the punishment excessive considering the country that we were in. It was no more than children received in England thirty years previously. I tried to think of anything we could have done wrong but nothing came to mind."Colonel Nubaro has received a complaint from your editor about the last few.