One of the hostesses took the cue and took to the stage in the center of the room, where she started sexually gyrating to the beat of the music while ...holding on to the stripper pole. All eyes in the room focused on the show playing out in front of us. Rachel repositioned herself beside me, taking up a seat on the arm of the overstuffed chair in which I was stationed.“Take it off!” someone shouted from the back of the room.The hostess quickly stripped out of her cocktail dress and down to her. Perhaps going to boarding school was going to be a good idea.So the next day she found herself in the back of the Bentley, being driven to the village of Great Fuckinham and to Miss Agatha Willoughby's School for Young Ladies.The chauffeur pulled up on the gravel drive, opened her door and drove off again, leaving her clutching her suitcase, surveying the ivy covered walls of a large and extremely ugly country house. She had been expecting to see hordes of schoolgirls running around but the. I had a thing about body hair at the time (probably because I barely had any) and I really wanted to see if he had any hair under his arms or anywhere else. He must have noticed that I was spending far more time checking him out than shooting hoops, and that every time he raised the ball over his head I was pretty obviously trying to look down his armpits or at his waist. Finally he kind of laughed a little and said “What are you looking at?” I was horrified that he saw me looking and. Terry licked her lips and emitted a loud sigh, crisscrossed her thumbs and ran them up along the glistening opening of Gretchen's pussy. The teen now trembling with excitement, found herself unable to stand without support, and braced herself by placing both hands on Terry's shoulders.The girl's clitoral sheath was now visible as it peeked out from the tissue normally camouflaging it. Barbara, sensing that her niece was about to collapse from the intensity of Terry's stimulation; placed a.