Thank you so much!”I had thirty minutes to decide what I was going to do. Was I going to really help Jaime understand her mistakes on the exam, or w...as I going to somehow get her to put out for me? My head said one thing and my hormones said another. I would have to just wing it and see what would happen.Jaime knocked on my door and I let her in, quietly locking it behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest when I thought about what might happen in the next thirty minutes. Jaime was so. I could only nod. I struggled out of the deep sofa and offered her my hand, pulling her up. Standing she kissed me again, her blouse open. She is taller than I by half a head and I had to bend my neck back a little before she pulled away and, still holding my hand, led me to my bedroom. Once there she fumbled with the side zip of my dress, worked it out eventually and pulled it over my head. She tapped my plain cotton knickers. ‘Very Roedean,’ she smiled and I thought how that was the second. A third was kneeling in front of her Mistress and acting as a foot-stool. A fourth was patiently licking her Mistress's boots, presumably to clean them. A fifth was...Jacqui's senses were overwhelmed by the sheer variety of decadent mistress and slave variations, and she allowed Queenie to lead her by the hand to a small curtained cubicle at one side of the main floor area. Once in there Queenie started to take Jacqui's clothes off."What are you doing?" asked Jacqui."Preparing you for your. . and don't take this the wrong way..."I nodded."But it was like you and Scott went out because Brad and I did ... it was like one of those we all have to go out with each other because of our social status and our friends. But I think I got lucky with Brad ... maybe we were one of the only ones who were really supposed to get together."I nodded. I had a feeling she was right. Some of the girls and their guys had broken up and were switching around, but there were no hurt feelings."Life is.