Now this building was a corrective institution for young girls up to age 22. Minimum sentence was four years. What was unusual was the fact that all t...he girls in the institution had all agreed to their sentence in this institution.. This came about as the powerful group running the institution actually very carefully hand picked each girl. This worked in the following manner should a very pretty girl come before the magistrates court for some miner offence or serious offence. The magistrate. The rods were topped with a plastic covered rail about fivefeet above.Standing up the rail was just below his chin. He grabbed it and afterseveral tries managed to get the back of his heel over the rail.Pulling himself up, half on half off the rail, he looked down and onlysaw blackness."Crap! How far down is it? I can't see a fucking thing. The floor hasto be somewhere down there but I know I have to be at least five feetabove it and probably more. If I jump I could seriously hurt. I’d slept naked and was worried about my landlady seeing me nude. Then, as the farcical tug-o-war continued, Mrs Spencer’s dressing gown slipped open to reveal she was bare beneath it. I had a quick glance at skin I had no business seeing before Mrs Spencer let go of the bedcovers to tug the gown around her body.“Naughty boy,” she said through a grin. “I saw you looking.”The heat rose in my face. “I didn’t mean to,” I said, desperate for her to understand. I’d been a lodger in the house for. She slipped on a pair of high hills asked me how she looked. Her legs are her best asset, always tanned dark and extremely sexy. Her small thirty four B cup tits never need a bra. They are perky and topped with hard nipples that are at least a half an inch long. She stood with her hands on her hips and her back arched back causing her tits to stick out proudly. She said do you think the guys will want to fuck me? I laughed at that. Sweetheart I said, a blind man would want to fuck you, you are.