So Lucy pulled her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing anything else, except a white, uniform bra. She sat on the edge of the desk. She looked at Sir, and then at me, and she opened her thighs.
“A little bit further back, Lucy,” Sir said. “Just skootch your bottom back a bit, so Maddie’s got room to bent over and put her head between your thighs.” Lucy blushed – she was being so bold! – and moved back as she’d been told.
“Good girl, Lucy. Maddie, you know what to do.”
But I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.