Since the names mentioned were already on Vera's list, their punishments will simply increase greatly. If they do believe Anne is involved with her, she will consider this a direct insult to herself and treat it as such. Her pet used the attack as an excuse for her tattered attire but that was more due to poor planning on the student's part. "And where is your spare set of clothes?" she asked calmly, already knowing the answer, "I doubt you would like to walk in such attire back to your dorm in the morning. In any case, your clothes are ruined and there is no point in playing with it like you are now. You let your posture falter for something you cannot remedy. Get rid of the distraction, remove the gown and put it away. You may come have dinner when you are done."

Hopefully the student was wearing some sort of undergarment or she will be eating dinner in the nude. Vera did not sound angry though despite the order perhaps being a bit embarassing. But is it embarassing? It is not like the Head Girl had not seen Anne in the nude already and put her in many vulnerable positions. The silver haired woman rose to her feet and sat down at where her dinner was waiting. There were other things the servant could have done like pulling out a chair for the Head Girl but one step at time. She would wait for Anne to come to the table before trying the food. "This certainly smells and tastes wonderful, Anne. I do hope this does not trouble you."

The Head Girl ate quietly, enjoying her meal. If Anne did not remember, she would order water from her pet to drink. Beyond that, Vera would not speak unless her pet had further questions. There was no point in drilling info into her servant too quickly. She was picking up the basics quickly and questioning the reasoning behind the orders less and less. The act of being submissive and obedient was becoming second nature to her pet in training and Anne may not even be aware it was happening.

Anne blinked and froze herself in place. Despite her hopes she hadn't thought... believed that she would actually spend the night here and thus she had only been planning in the short term and thus hadn't even considered bringing a change of clothes. With it voiced though she all at once felt overjoyed... and incredibly nervous at the prospect. It quite eclipsed the minor fact that she didn't bring anything with her!

Still, being asked to strip and eat in her underwear? Anne didn't quite know what to make of it, and glanced around for the bathroom but noted that Vera hadn't moved one inch, clearly expecting her to strip right then and there. Still a little nervous she started to unbutton her shirt, revealling her lavish breasts held in place by her lace-edged bra. Despite her nerves that were building rapidly she still remembered what Vera said llast time about stripping, and instead of just perfuctionarily removing and folding her clothes she went a little slower. She still had no idea how to strip properly, but instead allowed her top to fall open and let her cleavage fall into full view as she let her top fall from her shoulders.

Cheeks flaming from flaunting herself to another, she stood, unzipping her skirt, letting that slide down her legs, letting Vera look at her dressed in her matching set of underwear. The set was elegant, plain black with fine lace around the borders. Anne fell in love with it simply because it was beautiful yet understated but showing it off to another... She really wasn't sure of it all of a sudden.

Once into her underwear she followed Vera to sit, her face still red and her nudity showing the blush creaping down to her chest. The compliment as Vera started to eat made her beam, her face lighting up. It was intensly strange for Anne, sat there semi-naked while she ate. Her mind worked to itself, again trying to peice itself together. She most definately didn't mind being semi naked in front of Vera. Strangely, she felt... not comfortable per-se but at the same time she wasn't screaming for the door, like she would have thought. It was however an effort not to cover herself up.

Just as Vera was thinking about her pets training, Anne was thinking the same thing, although on vastly different terms. For Anne, doing things well was a reward in itself. She didn't realise it conciously but her entire upbringing had been full of things that would be helpful to serve another. The same upbringing she had strove to avoid, and was even here in Vera's suite to learn to stand against it. She hadn't quite realised the pure irony of the situation that she was using that very upbringing that she had fought so long and hard against freely, as, in Anne's mind she was merely using the skills she had to get what she wanted.

Thus, she was taking enormous delight in the praise that the Head Girl threw her way while feeling happy that she could do (most at least) of what was asked of her well. It was, as she had thought many times before, a really strange feeling. At the end of it though was Vera herself, and her promise to teach Anne to stand against all.

The other part of her mind kept looking at Vera, trying to decide what she was thinking, how she felt about her and just trying to puzzle through the silver haired woman. On one level she knew what she was feeling was infatuation.. or possibly love but she shyed away violently from that thought, it making her, for want of a better term, scared. Scared at feeling anything for another. Scared of the percieved weakness that it could bring. Anne also was trying to figure out what made the Head Girl as strong as she was... and finally trying to figure out what Anne was to Vera. She was called pet... or slave... Both terms that from anyone else would likely have earnt them a fist to the face (or.. to be honest, a sight of Anne's back as she walked away). Not so Vera. The reason why? It still eluded Anne herself. On the flip side was those small displays of (to Anne's eyes) pure affection that Vera gave Anne. A stroke of the cheek, or hair. A warm smile... And possibly much more tonight?

The meal was eaten in silence, with remarkable speed. It seemed that they were both hungry! It was gratifying to see what she had cooked being devoured with eagerness, but it meant that Anne only got to ask one question, which was a superficial curiousity before she had she found that they had run out of food on each of their plates!

"Miss Matsumoto... What do you intend to do to Becci and the others?"

As they had finished, Anne stood, her manners again asserting themselves easilly over any rebellion she might have held to and she bent to collect the plates, to take them to the kitchen. It was still rather odd, walking around a strange room in her underwear however... It made her far too self concious and she really wasn't sure if she would ever get used to it... or if she wanted too.

Being ordered to be in the near nude was certainly nothing new especially in this suite. If anything, it just brought Anne a step closer to what she wanted before. Though the dinner was mostly silent, the student's aura was speaking loudly to the silver haired woman. No doubt, her pet was trying to figure things out still. It was of little concern though. What real choice did the woman have? To refuse or flee from the Head Girl would mean being no longer in the beautiful woman's presence and no longer in range to receive that warm touch that melted her feelings everytime.

The two ate their meals, only question was asked. It was an unnecessary question that was asked back at the library involving the same students. It was odd repeating the same question, the answer had no changed. "What I do with any student creating unnecessary chaos, correct them," Vera replied simply. She allowed her plate to be taken and waited for the student to finish cleaning them and putting them away. There was an apron if Anne was truly that concerned about covering herself up or simply wanted to protect her remaining attire from becoming dirty.

Vera briefly returned to her desk to log off her computer. She was done with her work for now and she wanted her full attention to be on her newest toy to play with. "You looked like you had many questions to ask, Miss Deas," the Head Girl said calmly as she walked infront of her desk, "Stand up straight and lift your arms above your head. Cross your wrists and hold that pose as you ask." She ensured Anne maintain good posture, causing those breasts to thrust out while leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Vera walked around her pet, taking in the sight before stopping behind the woman. Her hands slowly ran up and down the woman's sides, stroking her bare skin while her pet spoke. She would make the woman feel very comfortable with her near nudity soon enough.

With everything put away Anne once again returned to Vera’s desk. As she approached though Vera stopped her, much to Anne’s surprise. For heartbeat she worried that something was wrong, before the Head Girl spoke, telling her to ask whatever questions she had.

Her mind exploded into motion, it stretching threads through each and every question she had. So much so that she hesitated a moment before complying, almost missing the order. As she stood straight Vera corrected her on minor points, each one changing her from the timid thing that hid behind her clothes to something much different. Something that Anne herself would have been shocked, amazed and probably a little mortified to see if there were a mirror about.

With part of her blistering through what questions to ask the rest of her mind was occupied with standing according to Vera’s gentle touches. A touch there, a gentle correction there. It was like a memory from her previous time in the penthouse under the same fingers. Although this time the song was a little different. Each gentle correction brought Anne’s stance to that bit more provocative, a bit more suggestive and most definitely more vulnerable than before. But, at the same time each touch also made Anne’s body shiver a little with delight. She hated that feeling. The feeling that anyone could do anything to her as she stretched to the rafters, her arms crossed. It made her want to just run for the door! But… at the same time each little correction made her weak at the knees and she yearned for more, almost to the point of breaking the pose just to earn a minor little correction.

Doing so however wasn’t Anne’s way. If Vera wanted perfection then she would bloody well get it! Thus, rather quickly, Vera had Anne in a pose that seemed to please the Head Girl, and she began to walk around the immobile student. The lack of contact for the moment gave Anne chance to ask her first question. There were so many burning through her mind (such as what she was to the Head Girl, if Vera enjoyed herself here, What Vera loved to name a few) The first one was rather practical.

“How did you learn how to command… how to lead? What makes you… you?”

Her body shivered as the words left her mouth as unseen hands from behind her ran gently down her sides, causing her want to melt into those arms.

Anne certainly preferred vague open ended questions. What made Vera like Vera? Of course, this was perhaps just one way to ask about the Head Girl's past. Personally, she had little care for it though it did certainly shape her into the way she is now. But her past was irrelevant now that she was a Head Girl and effectively owned by the Headmasters. Still it was a safe enough question to answer.

"I come for a large family with high expectations. They run numerous companies and taught me at an early age how to handle a large work force and larger sums of wealth," Vera answered calmly, "So, I have a great deal of experience with leading others among my experience here as a Head Girl." Her hands slid forward, stroking the undersides of Anne's breasts. Her touch would be felt through the thin fabric of the woman's bra. The stroking was slow but persistent. Her fingers ran back and forth over and over again before sliding back down the woman's sides.

Her pet was doing well in holding the pose. It was almost as if shackles were holding her wrists above her head like how they were back down in the basement. "You are doing very well, my pet," she whispered softly, "You should not be ashamed of your body. You should feel glad that I like seeing you like this. You are a beautiful woman. Does that not make you feel good?" The tips of her fingers trace over the woman's smooth stomach, tracing slow circles around the woman's navel. If Anne had further questions, she best ask soon before her body and mind succumbed to her owner's seductive touch.

The reason behind the way she asked questions was simple. Anne had always found that it was better to ask vague questions because you found out so much more with the answers. However, that approach, that had served her so well for years left Vera far too much leeway in answering, which in turn left Anne frustrated in the answers she sought. After all, Vera had already said as much about herself previously, and Anne wanted to know far more than just the broad outlines of her past!

Although, that said, frustration was the last thing she was feeling.

With each touch she felt like she wanted to just melt into a large puddle at Vera's feet. The words that Vera breathed made her glow with pride. She didn't regard herself as beautiful. Far from it! Her breasts were too large, her nose was too small, her clear green eyes just seemed to put people off, just to start the long list of imperfections.

But Vera, saying that she was... well... she could believe it and her body responded in kind, stretching just that little bit more, holding the shape that Vera had posed her in with a pride she had never felt before.

All of this wasn't helping Anne focus and ask those questions that still burned in her brain.

"Oh yes Mistress.. It does..." Anne breathed. She had hesitated a little before answering, unsure if to call her by her name as opposed to her title, but Vera's voice rang out internally "Sex is about making your partner feel empowered" And how Anne was feeling... Well, empowering her Vera was the very least she could do! She hadn't felt like this... well.. since last time with her!

As she felt Vera's hands move around her navel for a fraction of a moment Anne thought she was going to come on the spot before she got a grip on herself. Her body had managed to sensitize itself beyond anything she had expected and she struggled to get her next question out.

"How can I help you if I don't know more about you?"

The question was a continuation from the first, but she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate, which left a lot of what she wanted to ask absent. So many questions were discarded as irrelevant as the gentle strokes continued, such as what Vera thought of Anne... The compliment she had already received answered that one after all!

Well there was always the option of asking direct questions instead of beating around the bush. In fact, this was a fact she did not like about her pet. This trying to wring her for any and all information only made the student look like she was trying to spy on her or gather information for some personal reason. But that was hardly a concern now that Anne had fallen into calling the Head Girl her Mistress once more. Pleasure was like a switch in the student's brain that turned her into mush. It was adorable.

"I already told you this and I also told you I do not like repeating myself, pet," Vera hissed into her ear, she twisted a nipple to add sparks of pain before stroking it away, "You want to know something, then ask. Not knowing something is your own fault. You asked about myself, I told you about myself. Or are you saying my past is not important? Do you think anyone will respect you when you are so indirect? Who would follow a leader who gave only vague orders?" She gave the nipple another twist and a tug, pulling outwards until it popped free from between her fingers. Of course, she was not too angered but giving the illusion that she was perhaps slightly annoyed would act as a deterrent for this beating around the bush behavior the student keeps exibiting.

"You want to help me but have been vague on how you wish to do so. What makes you think you are not helping now, hmm?" she cooed softly, stroking that tender and throbbing nub while her other hand stroked under the other breast, "You wanted to provide me warmth, correct? Is that not what you are doing right now? Your bare body pressed against me as you body grows warmer by the second?" Vera's body was pressed gently against Anne's back. Her breasts were felt through the fabric of her blouse and bra.

The sudden pain she felt as her nipples were twisted followed on the heels of the waves of pleasure and it curled like fangs in her mind, punctuating the point of Vera's words perfectly. Anne felt shock, shame, contriteness and flaring above and beyond those, the desire to get it right.

She didn't let her pose waver though and was rewarded as Vera's words dropped from the angry hiss to a soft coo, her fingers abruptly changing from elicting pain to pleasure smothing away the brief discomfort. With Vera's body pressed into her back, her soft words in her ear and her hot breath on her neck Anne was struggling to maintain her composure. Oddly, the command and her desire to hold the rather sexual pose perfectly actually helped and it kept her mind alive where she would have happilly just stopped thinking.

"Yes Mistress" Anne stammered. For a moment she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus her mind away from the physical sensations and force some order onto it to properly phrase questions. With how she was feeling however she was fast running out of decent questions to ask! She could feel the heat eminating from her body, almost like the waves from a furnace which beat againt Vera's body, which in turn was eminating a wamth of its own. With Vera's breasts pressed into her back and her hands still moving around Anne's naked flesh, stroking, teasing... It was all wonderful, far beyond her dreams and Anne didn't want it to stop any time soon.

With her eyes squeezed shut she tried her hardest to concentrate, against Vera's touch, against the slight echo of a breeze in the room and even against her own body, her nipples rock hard pushing against the soft fabric of her bra. To command. To be specific. She repeated the words in her head, forcing them into herself as she struggled with her raging emotions and need.

"I'm.. I... Your past is important to me and I would love to know everything about you. Your hopes, your fears and your dreams." Anne's eyes squeezed shut again, trying to maintain her fragile composure as she felt another stroke run along her side. "I... Tell me what you love doing please? What makes you smile?"

Like all the previous times Anne wished to gather information, the young woman was forgetting her purpose and simply submitting to the Head Girl. Despite her efforts, the student was still a bit vague but at least she was trying. Telling 'everything' about herself was simply not possible and she had no interest of doing so in anycase. She had hoped after their time together so far that Anne would at least know one thing that pleased her Mistress. Vera hardly had to ask a single question and she knew just what made her little pet happy.

Even with her body pressed to her partner's, the young woman did her best to stand on her own power. Already, the poor girl was ready to succumb like before and she had not even pulled down her bra yet. "Yes, you made that very clear after your several other vague questions asking about everything and nothing," Vera cooed, "I told you before, you can learn by observing. I already told you about my past and you know my job by now I would hope. Hopes, fears, and dreams are irrelevant in what you want to do for me. Such words are only vague ideas that would serve no real purpose for your own goals. If I told you what made me smile, you would do it over and over again until it no longer brings a smile to my lips. I would never let such things be destroyed in such a way."

"But, I do enjoy hearing you moan with pleasure. Your pleas for more are music to my ears. I enjoy how you have improved so much in such a short time. You are on your way to becoming a model student for others to look up to and you will become a skilled servant who will assist me. That is what you want, yes? What you dream about every night?" A hand slid up and turned Anne's gaze to her own. Warm lips met each other in a soft lingering kiss.

Once broken, Vera pulled away gently. "You have finished cleaning the dishes already, correct?" she asked, "Good. Prepare my shower. Do not forget to include a nightgown for me to wear. You will find them in the dresser." A shower? Would Anne be joining her? Would Anne be able to see the nude form of the Head Girl she dreamt of so many times? Vera would wait patiently for her orders to be obeyed before walking into the bathroom.

Anne may have denied that she wanted to be a servant. She may have objected to being something menial. She may have resisted the idea of her being a "model student"

But before she could even contemplate doing any of those things her head was tilted up and met the fantastically soft lips of Vera's. Anne's mind went white as she put her heart and soul into it. Such a simple thing but with so much power... so much desire all wrapped up into a small amount of skin laden with nerve endings.

As the kiss was broken (Too soon as far as she was concerned) Anne came back to the world, still holding the exact pose that she had been in when the kiss started, blinking almost bemusedly, her breathing shallow and head still tilted up to where she had met Vera's lips.

"Yes Mistress" Anne replied in the affirmative. Still a little dazed she walked away towards the private part of the suite, looking for the dresser and the nightgown.

As she did her mind whirled, fighting to re-establish itself over her bodys own desires. She didn't regret even slightly what she was doing here and she hoped that the night had only just begun. She practically glowed at the kiss and her Head Girls words, and, rather embarrassingly she could feel how wet she was as she moved. But, even that embarrassment couldn't affect how she felt. She felt energised... There was no other way to put it in Anne's mind and she revelled in it.

However, she didn't just want to wander around in a lust filled haze and she wanted to think on Vera's words. Be specific. Command. Don't prevaricate. Observe. It made an image of Anne, different. An image that floated in the back of her brain. It was just a ghost, a half formed phantom of herself... but it enthralled her.

Just as those few words moved through the young students mind, the others also continued to massage her mind and body. She was beautiful to Vera? Her pleas were like music? She was in her underwear and... she wasn't uncomfortable? It was strange beyond her experience but she was determined not to change a thing. On the contrary, she shivered in pleasure at the though that she was so appealing to the silver haired girl waiting in the other room. The minor cost at having to kneel and serve... was a cost well worth paying, as far as Anne was concerned. Other thoughts flashed across her mind, about what would make the Head Girl happy. Of course, Vera had again been perfectly right and Anne would have likely just done that, repeating the same thing and she realised that it would be a stupid thing to do... something else to remember...

While her mind worked, her body moved. Finding the gown easily (Unsurprisingly the gown was exactly where Vera said it would be), she carried it carefully into the bathroom, hanging it on the back of the door and she ran the shower, ensuring that the water was hot, but not scalding. With Vera appearing unsummoned Anne stepped to one side to let her into the shower, folding her semi-nude form so she was kneeling by the side.

The pose wasn't automatic, instead a conscious decision. Observe, she had said. It was something that she had started doing before she had ever met the Head Girl, but mirrored with how she felt it moved it from something that was becoming a mere habit to something that was actually important in her mind.

Despite all the thoughts that had run through her mind Anne would Unsure what was expected from her she knelt, awaiting (rather hopefully) at what would happen next. The thought of seeing Vera naked thrilled her to her core. She had of course seen her intimate parts, but close up and seeing the Head Girl in all her glory...

Her heart beat faster at the prospect, her emotions turning into a certain giddy excitement.

Vera entered to find Anne kneeling by the entrance to the shower. She had not required this but was pleased to see the woman developing more submissive habits. As long as such actions were done in private, there was no reason to mention it. The silver haired woman slipped off the light blue sash first before moving on to the rest of her uniform. Soon, she was garbbed in only her bra and panties both of white lace. She removed both, revealing her large developed breasts and netherlips. She sets her clothing separate from her sash. "Put those with the dirty clothes," she ordered, stroking Anne's hair as the woman kneeled, "Then, you may join me."

There was what Anne wanted, an inventation. She stepped into the shower, enjoying the cascade of warm water soaking over her fair skin and long silver hair. The Head Girl took a few moments before grabbing a rag and lathering it with soap. She ran the suds over her body slowly, taking her time. This was one of her few moments where she could relax and prepare herself for a fitful slumber in her bed. She considered what she accomplished today and what would need to be done tomorrow. Of course those tasks completed and available included those involving the young slave now under her control.

By the time Anne returned, Vera had finished washing her hair. The Head Girl was washing her face, already aware of the emotional presence about to join her.

Anne's emotional state became more of a lustful soup than anything coherent as she watched Vera disrobe, her items of clothing quickly added to a small pile. The only exception was the ever-present blue sash that was neatly removed and placed separately. Anne watched, her eyes bright and her heart hammering in her chest as the final two peices, the white lace bra and panties were added too the pile, leaving the woman entirely naked.

For Anne, she stared although she kept her mouth firmly shut. She had never really lusted at any girl before, but Vera made her stomach clench and her heart hammer inside her chest with the vision of perfection in front of her. From Anne's angle, knelt on the floor Vera looked as stauesque as any model, Legs long and smooth holding the hint of the muscles that lay beneath, her breasts, easilly a match for Anne's own thrust naturally from her chest, her chest was flat as a washboard and her pussy completely bare with the smooth labia curled delicately inwards, all framed by her magnificent silver hair stretching down to the floor.

As she knelt, Vera walked to the side of Anne, stroking her long black hair. The contact once again made Anne almost purr with delight. Once Vera had stepped into the shower Anne rose, picking up the clothes to find the clothesbin, her mind still whirling, although this time it was taken up with a tiny voice asking why she found Vera so attractive... And why she felt this way about her... Anne shook her head to clear it. She had no idea of the answers and in truth, she didn't care. She loved the feeling and, for now at least, she was happy with it. With the minor distraction it took a moment to find the clothesbin and by the time she returned Vera had already finished washing her hair.

Anne quickly unhooked her own bra and removed her panties, placing them carefully in the corner of the bathroom before joining Vera in the shower. Once there however, she hesitated as cascading water drumed against her skin. Did she take the cloth and wash the silver haired girl? Did she simply wait? Or could she just jump the object of her passions? The latter was, of course more of a wistful want than any serious idea.

Completely unsure of the etiqutte required while sharing a shower she stood quietly trying to figure out what to do, letting the hot water cascade over her nude form.

The room was silent beyond the sound of running water. Her pet had practically froze like a statue the moment she entered the shower. This was Anne's first night as Vera's 'official' slave but, she did hope that the woman would adapt to this new role soon enough. "Do not just stand there, pet," the Head Girl ordered, "Or do you think it is easy to wash my own back? I do hope you become more proactive in the future. You already know my thoughts on micromanaging." She pulled her long silver hair infront of her shoulder as she waited for her servant to comply. Her own cloth ran slowly over her front, cleaning herself while her pet handled the back.

Once finished, she allowed the shower to wash away the suds before turning to face Anne. She pulled her hair back behind her shoulders as she moved closer. "Your turn," she said simply as she turned the woman around. Vera began with the woman's back, her hand sliding over the smooth skin and along her sides. Slowly, the rag moved forward and was soon grazing the student's breasts and more sensitive areas. Vera's other hand joined in, her smooth fingers squeezing an orb while the rougher rag dragged over the other. She hefted the breasts gently, giving them slow squeezes as she began to massage them both.

"You are doing wonderfully, my pet," she cooed into her ear, "Doesn't it feel good to serve me. This is what awaits you for your good behavior. Now tell your Mistress how much you love her, how much you need her." Vera's breasts pressed against Anne's bare back. Her fingers traced downwards, teasing the woman's netherlips and aching pearl over and over again. The Head Girl moved slowly, building the heat and desire slowly to prevent her pet from achieving bliss without her permission. If the woman's body tensed, she would slow down even further until the sudden high faded and she was left just at the knife's edge of sexual oblivion.

Galvansied to action she took to her task without any more hesitation, taking a spare sponge and carefully and lovingly soaping and washing Vera's back. Anne may have taken a little longer than was strictly neccessary, her fingertips stroking across Vera's back on occasion but all too soon Vera stepped forward, letting the shower rinse her clean.

As she was turned Anne found herself nervous beyond all measure. She hadn't been washed by anyone since she was knee high to a grasshopper! It didn't last though. She bit her bottom lip and held steady as she felt the rag move from around her back and moving around her breasts, the attention as they were squeezed and stroked a gasp escaped her lips and waves of pleasure dropped straight downwards to her already rather wet area between her legs.

Vera's words only made things worse for the horny student, the soft words feeling like they wrapped like gossamer silk around her, intensifying her own building lust. That same lust almost caused her to collapse when her fingers reached down, stroking delicately between her lips, running directly over her clit and sending sparks through her entire body.

Anne shuddered as she almost came right there and then, a hand reaching ut to the side of the shower to steady herself, trying to prevent herself from collapsing into a heap at the bottom of the bath.

"Ooooooh" She moaned, the sound coming from deep in the back of her throat before she responded to Vera's gentle words.

"Mistress... I do love you! Please! Don't stop!" She shivered under her touch, almost vibrating from the intensity of her feelins and the stimulation. She could feel every touch amplified a thousandfold and she lost her inhibitions as she had before. "I need you! I'm yours! Please don't stop! My Mistress! My Love!"

A distant part of her wanted to turn around and wrap herself tightly around Vera but she couldn't move, the ever so gentle finger moving between her soaked lips commanding commanding her to be still more than a room full of chains. She wanted.. needed to come so badly and it was all she could do you hold mostly still and upright, guided in no small part by her hand on the side and the press of soft flesh behind.

With no worries of interuption, the two of them could continue where they left off back in the library. Vera's fingers danced across the woman's heated flesh while her new slave cried out her love of it all. The more Anne cried out and begged, the faster the Head Girl's fingers would stoke the woman's vulnerable pulsing clit. She was relentless, stimulating the poor student more and more until only incoherent sounds left those moaning lips then stroking somemore. The soapy rag squeeze the luscious tit, suds oozing around her fingers and running down Anne's bare body. But that paled in comparison to the constant jolts of bliss rippling up her pet's loins.

She would stroke the swollen pearl between her fingers as if it were a tiny phallus. The Head Girl would only pump more vigorously when the woman screamed and hot juices gushed from her climaxing sex. Only after the woman had experienced her orgasm to the fullest would Vera released her pet and let her slump to the floor. From there, she was in the perfect position to clean her Mistress through other means.

"You moan so beautifully," Vera cooed, grabbing a handful of Anne's hair and guiding her to slowly turn to face the woman's bare sex, "Now, I think you missed a spot when cleaning me. Correct this with your tongue, my pet. Tell me how good I taste and how you want so much more as you do so." The Head Girl noticed how malleable this woman became when the right buttons were pressed. She enjoyed toying with this one, slowly brainwashing her very desires and dreams into something else. At one moment, the woman was timid and shy and the next she was worshipping the lovely goddess before her.

The warm waters continued to cascade down their glistening bodies while the silver haired woman waited to see how Anne's sex drunk mind would take all this new information and stimuli.