She looked down at his hands, saw how open she was. It had been only days ago that no male had ever seen hernaked sex, now Headmaster Michael had forc...ed her on two occasions to allow him access to that private place between her legs. She looked up; his eyes still stared at hers, her face red with shame at the way she was exposed.His fingers dug harshly into her sensitive thighs, drawing a sharp intake of air from Mary Bridget as she endured the pain. "Good girl, Mary Bridget. Now I want you to. But, I was able to keep an eye on him and noticed everyone in the room gave him jealous and envious looks. They all wished they were him. I also noticed, though, that he was very popular. Many of the men made a point to speak to him or engage in deeper conversations. Eventually, men started leaving in pairs or small groups as the night went late. Before Ezekiel left, I led him into the bedroom, pulled him close, and nibbled his thick bottom lip. While I held his mouth to mine, I pushed a couple. .. and he loved it too." She grinned tothe manageress. "I think he's going to make a perfect sissy assistant forPretty Boy, Miss Presswell." Maybe so," replied the manageress; "it's practice he needs. So who havewe here? Introduce us to each other." Mrs Marchison is having her son fitted for his school uniform. This isMiss Presswell, the manageress, ma'am."The client was tall and in her forties, in a long purple coat which shewore open, revealing a floral summer dress. Her hat, shoes and bag. “I’ve actually enjoyed myself.”“I ought to be thanking you,” Imogen told her.“Nah. It’s good to get out of the Centre, and it’s good to do something useful. Other than laundry or the kitchen, of course.”“None the less, thank you all. I’ve arranged for a nice meal for all of us a little later, but I expect we’ll all enjoy a shower.”Later, Imogen, with Heidi and Steve, collected the two women from the Centre and took them to a meeting room where a table had been laid for dinner. Heidi and Imogen.