Alice had been able to operate St Saviour’s in her own special way since her parents left her in charge nearly fourteen years earlier, but then she ...eceived a telegram from the admiralty a couple of years ago, that changed everything. It was announced that new regulations in naval procedures, meant than those orphans who would normally have been sent to St Saviour’s, would now be sent to a newly built naval institution nearer the coast. This also meant that as the children got older and left to. ’ I obey and lean forward until my breasts are hanging right in front of his face. He slides his hands from my sides until he is cupping my bra-clad breasts. The roughness of the lace against my nipples makes me moan. I am now straddling his left leg and grind against his thigh as he delicately traces the top edge of my bra outwards with his thumbs. He reaches around and unhooks my bra, letting it slip down my arms and land softly on his chest. I pull my arms away and he hastily shoves my bra. He expertly played with her where sheneeded him to: her lips, her neck, her breasts, her abdomen, her innerthighs and finally her vaginal lips. As his fingers went deeper andhit that special spot she had an absolute need for him to enter her.Just when she felt she couldn't take it anymore he entered her and sheverbalized a small, "Oooh" before putting her arms around his back andher legs around his. As he pulled out that first time sheinstinctively tightened her inner thigh muscles to milk. At the mirror. Her arse protruding back. She had Namrata’s flimsiest transparent nighty in her hand and was admiring herself in the mirror when she saw me looking at her. And she said “kya saheb, achchee dikhoongi issmein?”. The bloody flirt, but despite my normal caution, my dick ruled as I responded. “pata nahin, aise kapde pehenne ke pehle namrata parlor mein apne sar ke neeche poora shave karti hai”.To which the teasing Shanti said “toh mujhe be le chaliye parlor, mein bhi shave kar loongi..