It was 8.30 am time was running out, with eggs cooked, and the sauce stirred I placed the ham freshly presented on his plate. Coffee was made, orange ...juice squeezed, then toast buttered and the breakfast tray now held aloft in search of his bedroom. In search of my future, my destiny. I placed the tray aside his sleeping forehead. For a moment, that moment when fear met anxiety. I prayed quietly to myself for him to awake, to smile, to look into my eyes, to want me. Reaching out with my hand I. ‘You’ve made it quite comfortable.’ ‘The management are renting two rooms for a whole year. I told them I didn’t want to feel as if I was camping and they upgraded it a bit.’ We sat quietly for a moment and she took a sip of her drink. ‘Magda’s right, you know. You are different. I more or less invited myself up here and you’re not drooling or pouncing or anything. I suppose I’m going to have to be the one who says it, aren’t I?’ I nodded and she flushed again and spoke rapidly. ‘I’ve got a. As I masturbated, to thoughts of Miss Bush naked as I held her over my knee and firmly spanked every square inch of her delicious buttocks and upper thighs with my hand, Denise Fletcher, who was number six on my list, drifted into my fantasy, I’m not sure where she came from but she was a welcome intruder anyway. A few months earlier and just before Miss Bush’s appointment, Denise, an attractive, dark haired girl in my year group had been sent by Mr Taylor our English teacher, to the then. I sat there, stunned, looking at the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She had full round nipples, firm breasts; she was so sensual and sexy. Karly reached down slowly and pulled her bikini panties down her thighs. She had them around her ankles, stepped out, and leaned over. I could stare right at her breasts hanging down, as she picked her panties up, and set them on the couch. When she stood up, I was staring at her teenage naked body. A small mound of dirty blonde pubic hair was.